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Trilogy
Iridescent she came before the light of dawn,
fromward this world or my doomed outcase;
'Let me show you love in my eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'
We embraced while the wind raced moaning,
strings of lost lives joined outside of grief;
there was a hope left after the arcane Nymph
fled East, towards the first light of morning.
Deplorable, sinister children of metamorphosis,
with vociferous hoarse calls, values degraded,
membranophones of death, ominous invaded,
dark cadence to enact, my meter of apotheosis.
They cut me thrice and once as I slaughtered,
grotesque barbarians, fought me entranced;
I prayed to see her refulgent sight enhanced,
monstrous horrors descended and a twilit bird.
Tenebrious, changed their trilogy to immoral,
for horrid and inferior screamed wounded cries,
euphoric Spring felt forcing them to baptize
into anaphoric flowing red to Hades and flora.
Iridescent she came before the light of dawn,
fromward this world or my doomed outcase;
'Let me show you love in my eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'
poem
by
Giorgio Veneto
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