"Wrath Of Medea"

This poem is my interpretation of Medea, when she figures out what she will do to gain revenge upon Jason.  If you've read the story, you already know of what awaits him.

The Princess is dead by my dark commands
Taken by my still-bloody hands
But there is still more that I must do
Yet it pains my heart as to what I must do
Come, my children--my precious boys
Sleep by my side, dream of nothing but joys
Close your eyes--now and for the last
Worry not, my dears--it will be fast
I will protect you from a servant's life
Because he betrayed his children and wife
What price shall be paid for his desires?
Fires of vengeance, murder so dire?
I will not offer my children to abuse
For another's use and ill-misuse
Keep still, my heart--I shall be brave
They are better dead than living as a slave
Steady thy hand, Medea--fear not
They can do what they will, for I care not
One second I shall forget what I most adore
Then I shall mourn my deed forevermore.
 

Copyright ©2003 Sherelle Ealy