- Tug - Poem by Georgios Venetopoulos
The fog reminded him of the winter's edge
how faster can the nightly riding be?
He felt the overthrow and painful sledge,
- the asphalt hit the rider departee.
The roar was heard amid the falling snow
the bike capsized - and hard he fell to slug
across the never reached horizons' glow
received her bridal kiss and asphalt's tug.
He danced with her beneath the nimbus cloud
- enjoining the magnificence of waltz;
denoted valor granted fore, avowed,
ambrosial her remembrance was, and false.
Before time she became his fate in mists,
conceived their airy dance, surpassed treetops
a daughter of the woods, but never kissed
on fares unvisited, where searching stops.
Among the nimbus, celebrating Hall,
Collegiate was the fare's inviting dance,
trajectory redemptive, death-ride toll,
- was thoughtful neath the rainy tears, her glance.
So standing tall, amid the nightly shades,
recalled the margins that he raced upon,
three hundred for Persephone of Hades
to be his wed on skyline's denouement.
The bullocky V-engine echoes thence
amid the basalt rocks, atop the brae,
when riders pass across and fog is dense
upon his street-bike-fighter see him sway.
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