'The Remorse of Orestes' by William- Adolphe Bouguereau (1825-1905)
Translated from the original Latin text.
Excerpt from my play, 'Death by Virtue' & Epic poem, Eos, vol ii;
A psychiatric assessment of William has been made by Asha,
His awareness was already known of this by the very last line,
remembering that these are his words, not hers.
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Act 5; Scene 1:
In the consultant's quarters
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Asha
His emerge from the moment of inherit,
as the alter-base state cradle's one's merit
evolving from the invite of our forefathers
insisting such a godless insight to ferret!
Who, with alteration exceeds embrace,
over that fury as we do, once in a trace
to masquerade the initial panic to calm,
a senseless balm, numbing for it to replace!
As harbinger to the alleged wait,
once in a while, a hint of the languid state
shall tease retribution from its soul host,
as lurking in one's labyrinth of hate!
Not to diminish that a trace of gore-
shall inherit one significant whore
to whom apparel has entranced us by,
becomes aphrodisiac to that of lore!
Tamed by the mercy of blood dropped,
we consume by misadventure from an opt;
of lame excuse for the echo to dwindle
as one of make-believe for myth to adopt!
No more supplied as Erinyes from it throes
as I am depicted phantom for one's decompose,
answered as nature's cause for an intention
soul seeker to which vengeance from it grows!
Wreathed by serpents more like anchor men;
astounds those strengths brought masterful
against self awareness of a keenly svelte when
indeterminate a capacity known as the omen!
With a psyche, there is the mind of illusion,
overpowered by the echo merely by intrusion
narcistic by all means by constant threat,
be well intentioned though more a delusion!
He has a velvet feel for the words he'd free!
though to saunter woods it is keenly by me
a three pronged charactered triptych graph,
shows more an unceasing, grudging banshee!
To transform without warning, not to fufill
heredity cause by the nature of Gods will
more sinister creatures than first envisaged
yet, I seem to exist more as a "luscious ill".
There is 'macabre' written all over the place,
a once filled entrance by the beautiful race
acquired in them days to exorcise what rage
spread by the delight of a frenzied displace!
'Alecto', 'Megaera', I recall was Virgil's Aeneid,
making his a dance with death owes this tirade
as a trilogy of sorts overwrought by it mystic
more derisory, worthless grin of the betrayed!
I whither way with this a cautionary measure,
do, with intention, read allowed at leisure,
the thoughts of my assessment as one of late,
intention it to the delight of one's pleasure!
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Great choices of words! You painted a wonderful picture in the reader's mind. 
BRAVO! good luck in the contest.
