Tug
The
fog reminded him of the winter's edge
how
faster can the nightly riding be?
He
felt the overthrow and painful sledge,
-
the asphalt hit the rider departee.
The
roar was heard amid the falling snow
the
bike capsized - and hard he fell to slug
across
the never reached horizons' glow
received
her bridal kiss and asphalt's tug.
He
danced with her beneath the nimbus cloud
-
enjoining the magnificence of waltz;
denoted
valor granted fore, avowed,
ambrosial
her remembrance was, and false.
Before
time she became his fate in mists,
conceived
their airy dance, surpassed treetops
a
daughter of the woods, but never kissed
on
fares unvisited, where searching stops.
Inside the nimbus' celebrating Hall,
Collegiate
was the fare's inviting dance,
trajectory
redemptive, death-ride toll,
-
was thoughtful neath the rainy tears, her glance.
So
standing tall, amid the nightly shades,
recalled
the margins that he raced upon,
three
hundred for Persephone of Hades
to
be his wed on skyline's denouement.
The
bullocky V-engine echoes thence
amid
the basalt rocks, atop the brae,
when
riders pass across and fog is dense
upon
his street-bike-fighter see him sway.
©
G. Venetopoulos,09-04-2013, all rights reserved
