Lament For Vengeance

Lyssa reborn,

daughter of the mother of Furies

from the blood of the neutered god,

you rage on your Kithara

and hope is heard

on these Elysian Fields.

Wrath whispers

behind sacred words given to heal,

oracles of madness,

your vengeance a fiery muse.

Smoldering beauty,

whose brutality bites and bruise,

a lamenting bard

holding our judgment’s noose.

Wounded souls,

washed bloody in song,

tears given as humble offerings

as you baptize the searching daughters of Nix.

A shadow of victory standing

over shattered teeth and bone,

gathering praise and supplication,

from the hopes and nightmares

of those without a home.

Eric Blauer, 9/19/23

A reflection on an encounter with a very broken women trying to heal. So many tragic stories behind people’s words and actions. I pray to the only God who can bring light out of darkness, hope out of Hell and a new life of forgetfulness granted by the peace that only forgiveness can truly bring.