The weaving song
The radio messages have warned
cause fates designed our last escape,
their weaving vocals singing mourned
behind the weather's hanging drape.
Concealed the routes, spilled wine,
blue ribbons o'er a twilit throne
discolored undulate alone,
seas destined are our crew to shrine.
Her windy assonance I knew,
befallen soul's charisma lost,
enthralled she, so, my nineteenth ghost
in orchards of engaging rue.
The ribbons beckon neath the stars,
while ocean asks his crossing tolls
the scythes of Northern swanning calls
conduct our unforgiven mars.
Beneath the sky, invited groom,
the maiden sensed my solemn bid,
my weaved fate on ancient loom,
the ocean depths' insatiate greed.
Begotten valor, thistle proud,
she threaded her betrothing due,
and o'er the brines, engulfing shroud,
our ship encompassed and crew.
© 05-22-2015, G. Venetopoulos, All rights reserved
(Iambic tetrameter)
The radio messages have warned
cause fates designed our last escape,
their weaving vocals singing mourned
behind the weather's hanging drape.
Concealed the routes, spilled wine,
blue ribbons o'er a twilit throne
discolored undulate alone,
seas destined are our crew to shrine.
Her windy assonance I knew,
befallen soul's charisma lost,
enthralled she, so, my nineteenth ghost
in orchards of engaging rue.
The ribbons beckon neath the stars,
while ocean asks his crossing tolls
the scythes of Northern swanning calls
conduct our unforgiven mars.
Beneath the sky, invited groom,
the maiden sensed my solemn bid,
my weaved fate on ancient loom,
the ocean depths' insatiate greed.
Begotten valor, thistle proud,
she threaded her betrothing due,
and o'er the brines, engulfing shroud,
our ship encompassed and crew.
© 05-22-2015, G. Venetopoulos, All rights reserved
(Iambic tetrameter)
