Giorgio Venetopoulos (Athens, Greece)
Why should contritions in the soul abide,
invoking alterations that times slayed,
and one dissolved, never existent blade,
why sharply cuts the mind and bleeds its stride?
Why the damnation of the man should bring
to heavens where the bad betrayal was
a solemn reason to destroy the cause,
so that the Overman be crowned as King?
Now the brigades of fallen angels cry,
inhuman was the prophecy beheld,
because my tears will not reverse the quelled,
and innocents, dark destinies awry!
I followed what the apostles refused,
the darkest of the actions of a man,
my children will be cursed but won't disband,
what sacred ideologies perused.
The Judas' tears will roll along the slopes,
forsooth becharmed are the females' night dreams,
my blood and eyes in their dimensions beam,
Lit embers' chosen man in Cosmos' scopes.
And how traumatic eyes in gloomy storms,
and in aporia will avoid me for,
as chosen man, I just obeyed to Lord,
Amid the thunder's wrath my guilt reforms!
The solitude where I condemned my fate,
awaits in astral Halls where darkness fades,
cause nothingness will crown the lightless shades,
hung oscillates a marionette's oblate.
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(An Iambic pentameter poem)