I allowed my death on
blood-speckled ground
only when I heard the
melodious cries of
deathless Aurora
the arduous mirage of the
weapons of apocalypse deluged
and in the sweat-scented air
materialised my solar delirium,
far-shooting opponent of despair
crowned in golden laurels
'Twas no sickle nor storm the
Thanatos to this iron Mars
But rather an aureate honey
Dripping from his quiet song
And it harvested with stars
The seed of redemption
Divine Bard,
Cometh and sing, lyre-aided
of Netunian love,
and the delicate Uranian Aphrodite,
O tragic lover,
grow from innocent blood
the shining hyacinths
as happened in the myths
I have laid down my weapons
To the sound of thy voice
And I ought to die in peace
Under thy tender witnessing
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
chá e renda
Thơ Cae o farei suavemente, ou não farei por nada. viver nesse mundo, caprichosa como sou, experienciar esse longo caminho com a calma de mãos maternas, é nadar em sonhos líquidos. e não há paz mais verdadeira do que a que pinga do coração de morfeu. 🍵🕊...
