I never really saw through him before, 

And now I can't.  

Who would have known 

That my nightmares of drowning in a deep red fire 

Would manifest 

As something as simple as wine and words - 

 

Words with hidden points and edges, 

Their font screaming something I've heard before 

Amidst the nighttime whisperings outside my slab door, 

Caught in the wind, then in the wool of my sheep.  

 

My sheep, my rams - 

They would never betray me; 

Only a human such as that puny mortal - 

That nobody - (sigh)... 

My cries for help tangled 

Under the belly of a ram, 

Twisted by devious wit 

To turn away my brothers' helping hands.  

 

Now mine forever grope the walls.  

I'd love to land upon his smirk 

And tear each corner further and further 

Until his two eyes connect 

And he knows what it's like to be so blind, 

Maligned, and never hoping.  

 

I should never hope for another meal; 

I fear that my own flesh will be torn again.  

That mere mortal - he has his ways 

To live a life worthwhile, 

While I remain here, rotting.  

 

 

Inspired by: The Odyssey