No sooner does jewel settle on finger,
then stone ignites as if Helios*-fired,
Ampelios smiles, impelled to win her:
'The ring will bring about what is required.'
'Do you control it?' Penelope asks.
'No, but it sees whatever's in my heart.
Shall I let it begin allotted tasks?
I for one am most anxious to depart.'
Penelope nods, gracious in acceptance
and ring as if awaiting permission,
blazes and blinds, rendering sentence,
catapults light, delivering perdition.
When searing ceases and all again see
It seems seas are cleared of iniquity.
*God of the sun
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Dragonish
PoetryPART 1: Seven poems that explore love. The sated wind doodles mischievously no longer the ravening raptor loosed that scratched sharp claws to my unfettered glee. Now are you temperate, husky, obtuse. PART 2: Follows the tale of a persecuted dragon...
