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Tuesday, February 12, 2019

By the Trials of Sisyphos, Catullus














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


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