- The Bride (Arcanum Bride) Poem by Georgios Venetopoulos

A golden ring of oaths and solitaire
resound of steeling knell and windy call,
angelical her face in streams of air
my recklessness escorted on our knoll.

She fled inside the gray - transformed to drops,
above the fields, consentingly, to clouds;
amid the dusky shades of tall tree tops,
bestowed on our lives her misty shrouds;

Arcane her call, inviting knell, the bride
henceforth, around my sentiments, has orb'd,
a quilt of nimbus covered me and cried,
my life became a bird, the skies absorbed.

She stared at me from far beyond, in dark,
unreal, she fled above the ringing field
with trumpets Angels pledged my ghostly barque
while our betrothal vows, in Styx distilled.

In Acheronian lakes my spirit gleamed;
with thousand drops of rain where tears belong
she fled above the misty shroud, redeemed,
to be the waxing of our moon and wrong.