Read my Heart - A Collection of Poetry

Poem 1 - The Song of Medusa

Long I sought a reason why you hate me so,

Is it looks, guile? Why hath you lain me this low?

You deprived me of my soul and of my art;

You slashed and ripped apart, oh! You killed my heart!

Without my heart, I cannot feel, cannot give

Away any longing. I hath ceased to live.

I am but a machine, heedless in its path,

Nothing to fuel action but my own wrath.

You took my music away, my very soul

And you laugh, thinking you accomplish'd your goal.

But hark! I was given a voice to sing with!

To extol your iniquities, that is my gift!

You deprived me of my art, you hid away

My pen and paper! Left my skill to decay!

But oh... I shall use my very blood as ink,

With the ground to write on, I'll tell how you stink!

Recall but one thing, that only from a fiend

Can another come from, another be seen.

A tree bearing bad fruit's not a good tree.

'tis one that ought to be severed; burnt justly!

Ah! That we all be given a chance to be

Smitten! And cursed for sin! Justice immediately;

Be baptized by blazing fire, not water,

To bring retribution upon the sinner!