A golden ring of oaths
resound of steeling knell - and windy call;
angelical her face in streams of air;
my recklessness escorted on our knoll.
She fled amid the gray -
transformed to drops;
above the fields consenting in her clouds;
Amid the dusky shades of tall tree tops,
Imparted lives, my solitude's fog shrouds;
Arcane her call, inviting
knell, the bride
around my sentiments, henceforth, she orbed,
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,
that with betrothal vows, in Styx distilled.
In Acheronian lakes my
with thousand drops of rain where tears belong
she fled above the mists redeemed,
and crowned noctilucent moon's waxing wrong.
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Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved