"It is impossible for me to be insulted or abused in any way. For I do nowt that deserves censure, and I care not for what is reported falsely. As for the emperors who are dead and gone, they will avenge themselves in case anyone does them a wrong, if in very truth they are demigods and possess any power."
Strangely, Asha starts this third installment by negotiating thoughts by means of Williams methodic verse of interogation which certainly lie between anger and frustration. A fine summary has to be leaned towards, as Lucretius is well within the laws of natural bias that conceding we are not too efficient one way or the other, that faith maybe a unique plus to master over or forever be requitted over as our entrapment.
We now present ourselves with a fourth charatcer - Titus Flavius Vespasianus, who more commonly known as Titus, represents everything there is to know about honour, especially the perils to not honouring it.
'Thoughts on purgatory'
William's purgatory, Asha's frustrations
Lucretius's reading of Vergil,
and now Titus Flavius Vespianus?
Book iii;
'tishoo, tishoo, all fall down'
1.) At the Construction of the Flavian Theatre
which was completed in 80AD,
2.) Somewhere in the grounds of the asylum.
His emerge from a batch full inherit,
as the alter-base state of one's merit
evolving from invite our forefathers
insisting such a godless insight to ferret!
Who, with alteration exceeds embrace, 5
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 10
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, 15
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! 20
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; 25
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 30
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, 35
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". 40
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, 45
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, 50
the thoughts of my assessment as one of late,
intention it to the delight of one's pleasure!
from Eos, vol iii; The Metamorphosis
William's carcass is embroiled as a vastly
complex nature while the tranformation
from organic to mulch takes on the
appearance of Greek stature - mythology -
"Ranking one above the order of diptera, I am
willing to look deeper than the ultimate invite."
Father Hugh
Distinct by a primordial birthright,
the integrity of its larvae stage
promises to be the curse of widespread;
To have had no say than remaining uncertain,
to initiate the acephalic term - maggot;
ranking one above the order of diptera.
It is a paraphyletic grouping,
to which many or more have evolved,
and numerous others will multiply as.
Derived from the hind wings of pity,
is the addage of the cumulatively dark
but arbituary to all things disgusting.
Adapted by the relish of free radicals
there is a torsion between segments,
that has changed somewhat peculiar.
Within the miniscule parenthesis
a forlorn indemnity towards stubborness,
offering a genetic backlog to its inclusion.
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Inspired from Moirae, or the fates from greek mythology.
FATE
O seamstress! How the thread of life dicates;
Sorrow is far more than thine have sewn;
Let not a stitch be dropped, yet he who waits
Is surely hurt for time one calls their own.
But no such thing have I seen in your way,
that life, be in the next one turn you down
Could in one breath, a dream portrayed it may
Be luck due to immortal worth we crown:
I love to speak of hope as if it will,
Enchant us to the very next locale;
The basis sewing takes when spun until
a time expires a deep remorse you veil.
Each life and soul permits my use of thread,
To weave pertaining questions back to bed.
Inspired by the gorgon Medusa from Greek mythology
the other two were Stheno & Euryale...
SILENT STARE -
A stare that stood more time than stands alone;
For eloquence shall gather them untold
In tale, that myth's integrity through bold,
Belong to legend though a slight unknown.
Forsaken by the lovelorn duty hails;
Completeness by the statues of the past,
That facial part expressions need but last
A lifetime to explain those awful tales.
Each turn to stone shall keep a quiet state
Of clamour to have shown the mirror for;
Reflecting what compliance needs for hate
When love has on the other hand shown more.
It isn't such the share of hate we need,
But love has also shown it to exceed.
Inspired by Charon, (The Ferryman of the Styx), Greek mythology
THE FERRYMAN -
Fond reaper hath ye not thus spared a dime,
take time the very soul of one whom knows
hast taken life for granted, where no climb
at all - has taken him, the soul bestows.
Conceal it in the small confines of wrath,
I share but still the calmest waters yet
That honour ye but proud a thoughtless path,
To ease the passage drawn towards regret.
How death has persevered the lowly fill,
of waters that recede the Styx of some
includes their wrath to dignitries who will
delight the dark to suffer less. Welcome!
Now! Disembark from whence you came and go!
The ferryman needs soon to take them. Row!
Inspired from the god who so depicts the underworld
HADES
And to the realms mortality shall stark,
convert thee that a soul shall yield it fixt
Whence came of darkness muttered, Hear ye Hark!'
"O Hades! Hath ye not full fledged the next,
Uprising state; Assure thee first not sell,
The soul its utmost tribute known for sin
One pays the price in Fields of Asphodel,
To clearly judge you first the state you're in.
Cannots we argue, show what sooths remorse,
For myths of late hath parodied convince,
Ye, Hades place on Earth is here of course
To dwell upon what tragedies hath since
Been spared the death of legends by resource.
Though shadows are amongst the closest brood,
to living, where the untold truths include.
The faun Titus is refused
acceptance into the Underworld.
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William becomes the refinement of texture,
while Tithonus become the decrepit state.
Eternal has the love forbidden tombed,
sweet oaths that influential Gods shall ease
my pains, that once immortal hath assumed
exalt the agedness my crime's appease.
Decrepit by the minds eye chemistry,
forthwith, the speculum, from which a gaze
was pardoned for immeasurable guarantee,
from which domain, the science it obeys.
Discrete, that to bewilder claim by breadth,
as if forever glides along its girth;
expectancy, no doubt shall measure death,
an infancy promoting one on earth.
Eternal do the bug bears of remorse,
combine the essense languishing beneath,
like Eden, had begun to over source
the certainty my Hell shall myelin sheath
Then Eos, the defining dawn of grace,
converge what arc to dark deceivings do
announce it though I doubt an ageing face,
enlightens it to flicker, - hence the woo!
Eos: (as Tithonus transforms into a cicada.)
I've wagered wars upon this soul of wine,
fermenting strangers further from the drift
of sentimental weakness, though the vine,
is severed, shall our parting be as swift.
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