rework of an old piece

found this in my deadjournal. I had forgotten all about that blog.



Tragically betrayed by her father Agamemnon, who had tricked her by a promise of marriage to Achilles, and was instead dragged to her sacrifice in order to right a wrong of his. Her death allowed the winds to stir across the ocean and allow the launch of the Greek fleet of ships to attack Troy. This is a reflection of her shock, betrayal, and ultimate sense of mordancy.

Iphigenia
~~~~~~~
The curtain stirs,
whispers soft maledictions,
and falls silent.

Claws, icy and tenacious
remove themselves bloody from my heart
only to clutch again in mad spasms.
The silence assails like pandemonium.
My breath, muted thunder,
mocks me from far corners.
The waiting becomes my very life.
A life nothing more than a term of wager;
a child's laughter weighed against a valued return
a maiden's beauty used for personal gain.
Innocence plundered for despicable reward.
It is the way of the living lords.

Though expected,
the knock shatters crystal sanity.
The most unbelievable of all has occurred;
There will be no rescue,
no second chance,
no time to reflect on this great event.
Songs of my honor will fall cold upon me
clotted with dirt of decayed power.
How to grasp this cruel reality
That there will be no more?

Nerveless now, I am borne
to the dark gate
by silent, faceless men
cloaked in robes of night.
A marriage bed lies cold with treachery.
The wind will soon forget my name;
In fact, has done so even now,
wailing into silence
to curl, waiting for the moment
when it can sigh in the next perfect ear.


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