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Διαβάζοντας αποσπάσματα από την ποιητική συλλογή ''Winterfall" (Εκδ. Συμπαντικές Διαδρομές)

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Τίτλος:  Winterfall Συγγραφέας:  Michael E. Spiggos Εκδόσεις:  Συμπαντικές Διαδρομές CHAPTER IV: De Ruina et Lumen - Descensus 6. Creatures Of Light   What are we if not blind, poetic beings, Creatures of light and shade Stray ghosts of pain and torture Obliviously adapted to the absence of sound Under grey skies   We live and breathe by echoes we no longer comprehend Calling memory “our truth” And our stark survival “our law” And in delightful moments We recount our disfigured joy As it slips through our fingers like countless grains of sand   What are we if not heartless, finite souls Children of a tortuous existence In a constant merciless struggle against ourselves? Weakened warriors wounded in the heat of our countless battles Flaunting our scars in proud display, As we head towards horizons fathomless and infinite.   And still we glide through the universe Creatures of longing and loss, Without hope, without redemption, Onward in the dim persiste...

Διαβάζοντας αποσπάσματα από την gothic ποιητική συλλογή ''Under the rose" (Εκδ. Συμπαντικές Διαδρομές)

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Τίτλος:  Under the rose Συγγραφέας:  Michael E. Spiggos Εκδόσεις:  Συμπαντικές Διαδρομές 5. ''Impermanence" Powerless,  We wage our war against our deepest sorrow In cold embrace And in soulless trepidation We cast aside the shreds of dignified devotion Our impermanence a deathless prison And in eternity Rests our victory Where remembrance fleetingly drained The light from our empty hearts And there, where life pointlessly lead us Abandoned and betrayed We drown ourselves in deep desperation Hopelessly dreaming for a bright new day And so effortlessly we surrender  Before the solemn grandeur of eternal night  And yield and forfeit our arms Shedding our skins in humble assent For the dark, in silence, claims the final crown. (Έρχεται από το πρώτο κεφάλαιο, που ονομάζεται Ad Oblivionem) 7. ''Hope’s First Breath" Hope’s first breath Rose like a rayless sun Amidst abstract brushstrokes of cloud and rain On a shapeless canvas of grey and black There was no warmt...