Gathering of lunacy

I was wandering through the walls of madness.
I was seeking my soul among chandeliers.
I was summoning spirits of underground.

Suddenly, a voice began to call my name
and I started to wander through the gardens of lost.
I said: there is no apple here, there is no snake,
there are no gods, there are no sins.

The voice became flesh, and it threw a book
over my head of dark lessons.
It told me: keep your wisdom, that will be your legacy.

For a moment, I did not know where I was,
so far from my domain, so devoid of chaos.
Had my goddesses succumbed to the light?

In this moment I saw him, I heard his words but
I did not understand, I only heard a fanfare
of demons that played instruments, while
a horde of angels distributed rich delicacies and
serve all kinds of licenses to attendees.

I get astonished, when I saw who was in that evening,
all the spirits which I once invoked,were gathered at a table.
They smiled and toasted me together, my fall to the earth
and my ascent to the altars.

My heart was still empty, I still did not know the rejoicing
only the sorrow of the mountains that are condemned
to see born and die empires in the mud.

In this chapter of loss I felt two
brown eyes locked on mine.
There he was, without knowing my name, without knowing
that for me, life is a daily transit
between the forbidden and the sacred.

He approached, and a torrent of thoughts,
collapsed my sickness mind.
I felt a great urge to shout my surnames
but I could not because I had forgotten them.
I wanted to drive it to my home, but I could not
because I did not have it anymore.

Conversely, I chose to speak in old
pagan languages.
He got absorbed in my unconnected story,
in the songs that came from my lips
without understanding their meaning.

Finally, I asked him to tell a story
that will take me to lands of despair, of
loves condemned to sword, and he began his relate,
but I did not comprenhend his language.

I only remember when he circled my waist
with his arms and he whispered to me: Te iubesc.
And my kingdom was his per secula seculorum.

 

Your poem, dear friend and poet "dark-maiden", written in an exciting Gothic style traps
the reader from the first verse to the last. You do, masterfully, enter the reader in that
fantastic world that you have created with touches of mystery, dreams and some terror.
Your excellent narration with a perfect command of the English language, draws us an
almost frightening situation which is rescued by the precise phrases that you express
in Romanian (I imagine why) and at the end, in Latin. You are the master of suspense,
of suspense turned into poetry.

With my congratulations, a big and fraternal hug,

Ulpiano.

 

I thank you with all my heart your kind words, and also because you have taken your time to try to decipher my verses.
Indeed, when I was writting this poem, all my thoughts were focused on creating a dark atmosphere fused with my own feelings at this moment of my life.
Best wishes.

 

Well you did a magnificent job, and I have enjoyed every image that you created
I love dark poetry excpet I have been away for so long I am not sure if I can get my groove again
From my solid existence hugs in a red wine cup,