The Ancient Heroes
The Ancient Heroes
Rage—Goddess, sing the rage!
The rage of purest flesh condemned by tainted feather,
Of cities toppled by heavenly lust,
Of households destroyed by god-like deception!
Listen—Listen and weep
For the sorrowing acts of despair
–Despite that deity’s Love in placing her heart in thrall to that man—
Weep bitterly, as the Queen of Carthage throws herself in unavailing despair upon the sword,
For she cannot have that which she did not seek.
Bellow with all your might
As your divinely rebellious sister
Keeps her lovers on short golden chains,
And stains their lips with enchanted wine or promises of immortality.
Only bite your tongue, though it may bleed,
On the words about to proclaim
The malleable anger of humanity
Embodied in that half-god,
That wretch of a hero that lays claim to greatness only in destruction.
