Catafractos
Coal - dark nomadic eyes, under an icy sky,
a steppe robust stallion of wild breed canters,
a blowing Boreas wind, a whipping drizzle,
form of a winter tundra's frost, white embrace..
Form to oblate his destiny on own volition,
only exception maybe, his higher challenge,
to overpass his fortified scold ambition,
to master in a Gods forsaken earth's edge.
A cavalry paid mercenary, a Pontian Scyth,
warrior of Byzantine deathly squadrons,
his aptitude close to Charon's duel myth,
a great honor is to be war-slain by sword!
Two wolves run by his side, ready to clash,
howl to infinity, Orthodox Crucifix contrite,
their obstinacy will redeem his sword's slash,
astute dark Charon will be a visitor to invite.
A Catafraktos, his Acritas rank embossed,
to challenge of the expiation, Olympus offers,
to those who heard the call, in white frost,
where glory in extend relies on deathly embers.
Her spirit glow, a swarm of corax, will foresee
not an ambiguous destiny, but one he knows,
his mortal corpus, her guidance gild, to repartee,
to a cluster of Olympian Galaxy, in deathly vows.
A steppe advent in her dreams, his life slayed
a destiny where all gallantry gathers above,
to meet the precognition told, by a Pythian maid,
where her icy messages, became his love.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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