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Note: I’d almost forgotten I had this blog. I suppose I can post some new stuff.


“Release me, Helen,

You stonehearted bitch through whom great Troy

Was laid waste –

Your charms can no longer seize my head.

I have seen past your platinum mask,

Your true face, your true figure.

My mind is mine, and only mine own.”


Such I told her silently,

In a whisper that could not force itself through my lips,

And in my throat such terms

Folded and died.

The will of the gods and the Fates has decreed:

You will escape the clutches of the destruction you caused

Merely by your existence,

While I am damned to wander forever,

Alone without a home.