How dare you betray my support.
I gave you favor to aid your Colchis,
At the edge of the world I gave you my help;
Passage to my son’s temple
Where a dragon called home.
Atalanta, Heracles, Aphrodite all!
I led you to King Phineus’s
Against his curses,
Who gave you the wisdom of clashing Symplegades.
And dear Medea, dear Medea,
She harnessed your bulls!
She defeated the soldiers!
She held the dragon,
She enchanted the dragon
As you made way through Colchis.
Made way to your Golden Fleece.
To thank her upon return
You betray her loyalty?
You know nothing of wealth, or worth.
Your bed shall be forever cold,
Let her break your new hearth.
This blasphemous Princess.
I would enchant her should she ask it!
Though all know and fear her wrath,
An angry sorceress is more dangerous
Then all those you’ve battled.
And so your fleece, your golden reward,
Lonely and shining, Iolcus always winter.
Tag: greek
Theseus (day 1637)
I am the rage, I am the heart,
I am octo of each mensis;
Nothing less, a hero’s bravery.
Aethra was my unwed mother,
A time of Gods who took their fill,
Infiltrate the mortal world.
Art thou Poseidon who ruled the seas,
Easily suspected brother of three,
Or Aegeus, King of my throne to be?
Bandits, tricksters, murderers, fools.
A Heroes challenge, a Heroes makers.
And served with a sorceress’ spoil.
Within the labyrinth a Minotaur,
Proof became the feat,
And a ball of thread, home and free.
Oedipus’ Tragedy (day 420)
Oh Oedipus, if only you could have known
The tragedy that did flow forth from the eve of your destruction
For naught was your kin to be saviors in time
All, they did perish by tragedy of this fate
Your sons by the sword at each others helm
Your daughter at the mercy of her own hereditary will
Charged with the faith of many holy gods
Desired to bury the son whom died of the other
Fighting against a land that belonged to the father
One was a hero, the other a traitor
But the daughter of your loins, Antigone was her name
Heeded no threats by your wives own brother’s mouth
Who had since taken your name to be that of his own
Ruler of the land, Thebes by earth
She ignored the new law to let buzzards and dogs be the choice
Your traitorous son did choose with his arms
Daughter of yours, strong willed in her ways
Brought with her an axe, to lay a dead man to honor
But your wives own brother, who had claimed your name
Did take great offense, and charged with insane
Took to see Justice, to claim his new name
Sent your daughter, his own blood in thy name!
Further, to be wed to his son the young Haemon
Off to a cave, locked in by stones
To fight her own life, will or the knife
To which she did charge to the noose with pride
Haemon to the sword, your nephew to the sword!
In marriage they did die
Oh the wives, what fate they did rise
Your wife, your own mother, did take to shame
Sent herself up the rope, and dangled in vain
In time, the wife of your daughters executioner, Eurydice
Did create a bloody knife, upon hearing the news
Of her own offsprings end to his fate
Her husband, Creon’s blunders did cause much more harm
Than the unknowing valiance of your noble way
Roll in your grave! Blind man as thee
See not the sun, but the darkness, forever more