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.