by Dario Chioli
I must tell you an ancient story
Of men searching war for glory,
As compelled from a charm
Mastered fate through their arm.
Lightening Faerie will be,
Where despair never you'll see,
But enchanted knights and good
Genii tying Moon and Wood,
For concern the astral way
Magic songs that you do say.
Someone poems wrote with blood
Of enchanted stars and mud
And the Spirits of the Lake
Answered him for his mind's sake.
Then he shouted into sky
Like a bird who cannot fly,
And a God would sing to him
A light song for his eyes dim.
The good singer bows his head:
Never more will fear the dead.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an Italian poet, writer, and essayist from Turin, Italy. I was born on January 28, 1956. I am interested in religious and esoteric matters, both Western and Eastern. In my view, life is a constant discovery, and only that knowledge that transforms the soul is true knowledge.