Treachery

By the uplifting of a genius’ eye-brow,
such an action in your forehead fits?
Tell you, Hecate’s spirits your mind-palace will fill
and to perennial flames your soul be chained.
Mellow conclusions must be reached.
Hot daggers bathe in innocent blood.

Else what? Womanless yet passive
the word would accuse me soft-tempered.
Never! No Dragon's been tamed;   Nor I, for
the gods so commonly prayed, will tame
my instinctual nature to crack open
the very cause of inflicted anger.
The heart is deaf to the mind’s tune,
a ravenous fist will not endure (it).
May my second death be precise,
for until its visit, that fiend best not disturb my sight!
And as of her, let her treachery char in the second circle,
Let Minos perform its tasks & sum up her sins,
and if more rings of fire be needed wherein to place her soul,
Let Satan know his match exists and has arrived.
Oh Trinea, how sour your milk shall turn!