04-17-2017, 02:49 PM
Medea
Scorned, abandoned, crushed,
my brother’s death discounted;
the Golden Fleece didn't suffice.
He put me aside, wooed Glauce. I cursed
them all, her father too, cursed myself
and my existence, cursed my sons
for Jason’s blood. I planned revenge.
I gave her gifts - a golden coronet and
a dress, from my Sun-God grandfather.
Yes I embellished them. I couldn't
witness the ring of golden fire that
played around Glauce’s head, before
she fell, killing her father as well.
Too busy slaughtering my sons,
rejoicing in the torment Jason must suffer.
I escaped, crazed, in the chariot
my grandfather sent,
drawn by a golden dragon.
Scorned, abandoned, crushed,
my brother’s death discounted;
the Golden Fleece didn't suffice.
He put me aside, wooed Glauce. I cursed
them all, her father too, cursed myself
and my existence, cursed my sons
for Jason’s blood. I planned revenge.
I gave her gifts - a golden coronet and
a dress, from my Sun-God grandfather.
Yes I embellished them. I couldn't
witness the ring of golden fire that
played around Glauce’s head, before
she fell, killing her father as well.
Too busy slaughtering my sons,
rejoicing in the torment Jason must suffer.
I escaped, crazed, in the chariot
my grandfather sent,
drawn by a golden dragon.