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I will not still my shaking hand

I will pound this earth to dust

I fair denied thee giftly promise

Yet in thieving hands my flocks depart

Letting blast with vengeful fists

upon the father of a costly bride

Revoke divine blood in wrath

I will him into pits of cinder

Writhing nightmare in molten flame

conflagrated skin retreats from his flesh and bone

stripped of his life, converted into ash

as so the mind of a guilty fool

Sleep doth not cease abandon

for minds un-sober of toxic deed

In poverty of soundless thought

Ixions mind is cracked in two

Sequela of his own lament

a vacuous insanity

beating his chest with white hot grief

burying nail to crumpled face

From watchful clouds and breaking ray

sorry eyes befall to he

Godly hands extend in pity

to offer him convalescence

Spared of addled mind at last

his snake like ways return

His lusting gaze affixed to Hera-

wife to god who set him free

An angry Zues is ever watchful

he designs a cunning trap

Nephele is formed of sky and water

to beckon fool in Hera's form

An apparition of seduction

takes Ixions loins by storm

into the vaporous god-clone

he renders his frothing seed

Failure revealed to all

he's bestowed into eternal flames

upon the sunwheel he is nailed

forever to burn in violent stars

Punished for crimes against man and gods

he's peeled away from mortality

Tartarus enlightened by his flame

casts shadows upon his brothers damned

Dancing pain contorts blasphemic flesh

Folding faces screaming in the deep

Hellish figures conduct the tormenting flames

Burning away the will of pleading mercy

Once a greedish King bound to his pride

now a sightly torch for all hell to see

pride and shame fell quickly to he

now a flaming beacon in hades' hand

Hurled to earth is a new race

from fecund Nephelian womb

Centurion kind standing tall and proud

draws his bow to the heart of man