Agamemnon



Death, the ultimate adventure. Poor souls that think it such. The invisible dirt, the untouchable grime, It covers the whole of this transparent land, As does the stench. The putrid odor pervades the air, Sickening the mind but not the body, Whatever body we have left. How can such a place not drive one insane? Indeed, insanity would be a welcome happiness To the minds of the dead. We are destined to live on With our last feelings growing stronger and hotter, Like a spark that builds in size To become a blazing inferno Of anger fueled by our terrible memories. I see it in you, my comrades. When we were betrayed, on our homecoming journey, I saw the fire in your eyes. And through your eyes could I see the flames in mine, The flames of hate that still burn and will keep burning. How I long for the joys of revenge, Revenge on the shameless whore who was our downfall. Remember men, Our prime was just beginning, And we were ready for long years of peaceful bliss. Foolish thoughts they were, as our fate had already been sealed by the beautiful Medusa of our time, The destroyer of Loyalty, The slayer of Diligence, And our executioner. No, never forget her name, The name Clytemnestra.