Damocles

Damocles, I welcome your seat

and the pounding in your chest.

I will not beg Dionysius for

magnanimity.

This blade is far sharper,

its edges more real

than echoes cast by the

wailing shades, chanting in the

dying groves.

I am not damned by this position,

but empowered by the thought

of being damnable at all.

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