❛ THEY DESERVE BETTER . ❜ will a woman's fan the ocean smooth ? or prayers the stony parcæ soothe , or coax the thunder from its mark ? or tapers light the chaos dark ? in spite of virtue and the muse , nemesis will have her dues , and all our struggles and our toils tighter wind the giant coils . the hallow of his eyne winces , tethers to flesh and bone , and to the ichor that threatens to spill ... o’mother , o’justice that binds , do you feel his pain ? the end of his breathlessness -- is this what you had planned ? hark -- another choked hymn ! blood spills down a peach chin , dribbles like a tacky juice . did you punish his hubris though it never met it’s peak ? ( i have plunged like a deer through the arches of the hoary primordial grove , and here the oaks feel the presence that marches two - by - two -- soon i will taste pomegranates and god flesh , flashing neon lights now on the horizon of my path to dispense a special kind of balance ) . ❛ we all do . and that’s why they have to pay . ❜ @savieour