Woes For The Wretched
By M. L., BSE 4
Inspired by the story of Jason and Medea
In a desolate land of the withered
Where no life breathes in the air,
There lives the wretched woman
Whose heart and soul are both in despair.
She who lives in the world of the living dead,
Eerie as in Hade’s lair; on the face of the earth
Cries her sorrows alone until this day.
A woman betrayed by Love—
A love that fills the cup beyond brim,
Overflowing, comes to devastate.
For anything that is too much
Is deadly; it all takes its rightful pay.
But when one’s eyes are blinded
Of love that is born of the Other’s ambition,
No sincerity but motives
To use the weak and the fool
Until what is left of the One who truly loves
Is nothing but a life that is void.
Oh, to this woman no man takes pity!
She who has given all is not rewarded.
Forgotten, she is. But I pray
As a being of the same cloth,
To the gods I address this petition:
To the abandoned and unloved have mercy!
Remember the sacrifices she took
For your godly-mortal prince.
She bore your wills.
She was put to undeserved tests.
To her, show gratitude—
The vessel of the quest.
If you cannot undo the sorrow,
At least bestow to her peace
For she has taken all the hits
Of a battle she should not have fought.
Won for the lover but lost assured to
The wretched woman
Who only believed in Love
Of the piercing armor