Among all Gifts
Among all cards I 've chosen a queen of death,
I folded it amiably, so I became a sinner;
Atropos smilingly, I swear, became my friend;
a deathly poker game with me the winner;
A dim shadow; waiting in crossroads forking;
under the cemetery bells, glooming,
to marry me in nightly fog, cerberus' barking,
in Stygian necromancy dark looming;
Among all gifts I 've chosen a smile of death,
her dreamy form, a descending glimmer,
falling upon a hard cement with back of neck,
as I was lifted in mid air by a shimmer;
Dryads lifted me in Acheronian excursions;
so soft was the blessing, and unreal,
child of my loneliness in nine dimensions;
in worlds of emptiness, to dream and feel.
Among all things I 've chosen a kiss of death,
in Hades world nothingness comes real,
and all around marionettes of a frozen hearth,
your smile as an illusion of my self - kill.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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