Among the Gorgons that counted three
Touched by comeliness being mortal only she
Beauty that in awe of the universe bowed down
Her glorious sumptuous hair a glowing grace
More exquisite than Aphrodite’s star-studded crown
Pursued and seduced by Poseidon was fair Medusa
The God of the jade seas and cerulean oceans deep
In the sacred temple of Athena
His unrelenting passion for her was consecrated
......
My thirst for revenge was so great
The earth trembled in fright
And in my unbounded fury
Blinded the sun itself
And flung the moon from the sky
The stars fled from their cluster’s sparkling ever so bright
The universe conceded, vanquished, cowered and cried
My anger was vehement
HeavIng forth oceans from their beds
......
It is said in the ancient text she was conceived in murder
When the Titan Cronus drew his father Uranus’s blood, dead, he forever be
The wife of a dark Vulcan Hephaestus, mother to the cherub of love
Legends say she rose from Poseidon’s emerald seas.
From salty heather foam in the waters of Pathos,
That lap the white shores of the isle of Cyprus did she rise
Though Homer on this fact would disagree
Striking jealousy in the hearts of the haughty gods
And filling Adonis eyes according to Greek lore
......
I am transforming myself into a program
My future residence a synthetic bot
My mind is cold, logical, and I am sane
Realistic and now exuding practicality
Being no longer infected by the scourge
My feeble heart no longer rules my brain
I brush empathy the nuisance, away with a sigh
Ignore sympathy pleading, with a disapproving eye
Laugh at pity with disdain, slightly amused
......
Unseen I watched her stop eating and sleeping, broken she wasted away while her very being crumbled with despair and loss. She became gaunt, almost skeletal, withdrawn shutting out the world. Lost in a maze of confusion, trapped between loyalty and betrayal, after all, he had done, she still loved him. He was neither honorable or worthy.
Pitying her and her behalf I filled his dreams with sobs and cries of suffering while sprinkling his soul with the light touch of paranoia, and cursed his heart. I called upon him in the darkest hour of the night, so years turned into months, months into days, and minutes became seconds.
Trembling he meekly asked my name. Emotionless and unmoved I remained in the shadows of his mind said nothing, and stared at him without speaking. Once again, his voice tainted with fear and hope for a reprieve, he asked me, ‘what is your name?
I smiled and in my softest voice whispered in his ear,
'Death.'
All Rights Reserved @ Copyright Tammy M. Darby May 29,, 2020
All Material Stored in Author Base
......
Unseen I watched her stop eating and sleeping, broken she wasted away while her very being crumbled with despair and loss. She became gaunt, almost skeletal, withdrawn shutting out the world. Lost in a maze of confusion, trapped between loyalty and betrayal, after all, he had done, she still loved him. He was neither honorable or worthy.
Pitying her and her behalf I filled his dreams with sobs and cries of suffering while sprinkling his soul with the light touch of paranoia, and cursed his heart. I called upon him in the darkest hour of the night, so years turned into months, months into days, and minutes became seconds.
Trembling he meekly asked my name. Emotionless and unmoved I remained in the shadows of his mind said nothing, and stared at him without speaking. Once again, his voice tainted with fear and hope for a reprieve, he asked me, ‘what is your name?
I smiled and in my softest voice whispered in his ear,
'Death.'
All Rights Reserved @ Copyright Tammy M. Darby May 29,, 2020
All Material Stored in Author Base
......
My thirst for revenge was so great
The earth trembled in fright
And in my unbounded fury
Blinded the sun itself
And flung the moon from the sky
The stars fled from their cluster’s sparkling ever so bright
The universe conceded, vanquished, cowered and cried
My anger was vehement
HeavIng forth oceans from their beds
......
and yes along with my other work I write Political Satire. Have some
My Interview with (Drum role and rockets red glare, bombs bursting in the air) The one.... The Only........ Donald The Ding -a ling- Duck
Viruses yeah, I know them. We have a great relationship. They love me.
This is the virus it's like a wave it may or may not go up or down like this. Watch my hands, like a wave.
They said I should have been a scientist so yeah I know them
The coronavirus is a hoax because I said so.
Sir, WHO has said the spread of the Virus is inevitable what is your response to that after you said we had shut the virus out of the country?
......
Fairies are not composed of all beauty and ethereal gossamer wings
That live in dark hidden glens and sing bewitching songs
It is whispered by those brave enough to roam mythical forests
You can often hear fluttering sounds
and chanting until the sunrise, bright and gold
I was said by the Gervase of Tilbury
They first resided in England its territory being large
Flew across the channel and settled quite nicely in Killarney
Upon hearing the legends of the splendid Irish lands
......
I am transforming myself into a program
My future residence a synthetic bot
My mind is cold, logical, and I am sane
Realistic and now exuding practicality
Being no longer infected by the scourge
My feeble heart no longer rules my brain
I brush empathy the nuisance, away with a sigh
Ignore sympathy pleading, with a disapproving eye
Laugh at pity with disdain, slightly amused
......