By: Arc
Level: 2
Killed by my own soul mate;
Her arrow hit my skull;
Radiant Artemis killed me for sport;
Pain worse than the scorpion’s sting.
I think of Merope;
Parents wouldn’t have us together;
I tried to force my way through, got blinded in the process;
Lucky I looked up to sun.
Now I’m up there in the constellations;
Watching her and all the suitors;
Can’t do anything, a god watches things unfold;
But I warn, be wary of my wrath! A great hunter I am.
No one can separate a king from his crown;
No one could take Penelope away from Odysseus;
You can’t have a man without his soul;
I’d like to see em try.
First Published: The Kalahari Review By Richard Anozia Zod