“The road to abolition
mind you – by everyone’s admission
is sometimes short while other times long
But you are always
into your heart
carrying a thorn
A candle a prayer and a lovely song
Here it is ! Something is wrong
A wizard a witch and a alluring bitch
alone in a enchanting beach
sorry, love,
I’ am beyond your
reach
even by half ”
she said eyeing the lonely handsome rogue
who sat by the tamed fire
but then she screamed
“Behold a liar”
outside the tavern there was a heavy fog
Silence fall upon them
all
but some of the withering men
wanted more
They puffed and huffed
and smoke
As they coveted the riveting vixen’s
looks
black long hair like the Hades river that never ends
and eyes like a wounded fawn that never mends
“this is a fairy tale that is going to end bad”
said the man pulling his hair until he was bald
“the scorched earth the dying moon
and this witch’s
hateful scorn
a grieving dawn
across the floor a dying worm “
she said before the snakes devoured her soul
a dragon a lion and a sword
the silent wolf left without a word
he understood the error of her prediction
the only road to be taken
was the one to perdition
and was his to walk it alone
reality begun ruthlessly to unfold
Maria Rodopoulou
Ο δρόμος της κατάργησης
δεν είναι παρά ο δρόμος προς την απώλεια
τι νόμιζες δηλαδή;
ότι η πραγματικότητα θα σε άφηνε ανέγγιχτη
όταν άρχισε να ξεδιπλώνει το μελαγχολικό της μεγαλείο
και μπορεί να είναι ένας μακρύς ή σύντομος περίπατος
αλλά το αποτέλεσμα ίδιο
μια μάγισσα που καίγεται
προσάναμμα οι λέξεις της
καλώς ήλθες αδερφή στον ποταμό του Άδη
τα μάτια σου ακόμα θυμίζουν λαβωμένο ελαφάκι
αλλά οι μαραμένοι άνθρωποι δεν δίνουν δεκάρα
για τις απώλειες σου
κανείς δεν αγαπάει όσους με το θρήνο φθίνουν...
