By the Trials of Sisyphos, Catullus
The endless closing vacuum swallows the silence of the
searing shredding of my aching soul,
Within vacant Echo’s infinite chasm my soul doth wander
among the breathless shadows that inhale it whole.
As all my world is crushed to dust like the grains of sand lost
upon the heaving tides of time,
I look back upon the road we briefly walked and think of how
thou fell so certainly upon that deceiver’s comely crime.
Thy knowing mind cast sense and love aside and sought
instead the comfort of the evil slanderous maw,
Thou threw thineself upon its ugly gaping fiction and
thrilled thineself in its shiny shallow awe.
Oh my Catullus, may the thunder bolt of Zeus wrench the lies
from the mouth of the wench,
And with them cast her into the Phlegethon wherein the
depths of Tarturus will they quench.
May the gods appear before her empty eyes and rip the sins
from their frozen deathly vice-like grip,
May they all become the fodder beneath the helotry of Hades’
fiercest Field from which the damned shall never slip.
Lost and alone with memories now unknown may she eternally seek
to retrieve from Lethe the cause of the chaff she herself hast sown,
May her fettles consist forever of the demons that she
within her spirit with hubris herself hath grown.
May thou never know the truth of the pleasing course the Fates
may one day to us both have spun,
Had thou in thine infinite disregard deemed it beyond the evil
reach of one who so discernibly wished to see our path so pure undone.
Thine folly falls upon my heart like the rock of Sisyphos
returning daily to remind me that thine heart was never mine,
That thou would quickly sell me out and buy the dirty fabric
weaved by the mouth of any nasty swine.
As yet again eternally we shall swirl once more in the
poisoned stew of what may or might but never hath the wings of life-filled
flight,
For thou took thine bitter arrow from thine past and dipping
it in thine venomous mire took aim and o’er our love did smite.
Warrior Princess
