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Running under the three moons
Her world is feral, it's her hunting ground
The moon is full

She sings softly with the children of the night
What music they indeed make
The river moves swiftly

Down in the darkness
She rose to the light
Queen of the woods

She shone brightly
Her porcelain skin radiates like a 1000 diamonds

They bow down to her grace
Slept for seven days & seven nights
Her kingdom growing rapidly

Two twins crying loudly
The world was never ready
All her ways paved
To where they will Rome.
About the myth of the founding of Rome.
Mico Aug 12
Be not to be

Like not to like

The same old song

Replayed in time

The same old game

In which i am played

By golden lies

That wax and wane

Falling to rise

To sprout as life

O morning flair!

Come new red light

Just show me how

To fight this fight

Unknot the knot

Untie what's tied

That one makes two

And two makes one

That nothing's wrong

When all is done.
alexis Jul 26
where were your gods when rome was set aflame?

—— no one heard your cries // a
26. julliet 2020
9:12 am
Dimitris Jul 24
I heard you travelled to Rome,
with that new man you fell in love
You drunk espresso on a boat
he even bought you a red rose

He wears sharp clothes, he has good style
but let me guess he has no clue
that you would rather have some tea
and jasmine is your favourite bloom

So, why are you smiling a half smile?
why are you sharing a half heart?
when baby you're my only one
and I'm the only man you want

I heard you went to Pantheon
as we were planning to do,
confessed to Gods a heavy secret
carrying along with you:

As you walked across the Milvian Bridge
a memory flashed through your mind
The time we danced when we first kissed
under the Acropolis at night

So, why are you smiling a half smile?
why are you sharing a half heart?
when baby you're my only one
and I'm the only man you want
Chris Saitta Jul 20
The ancient way across this world lies like sunset over black pearls,
The treetops are marble-made that the riffler of wind deforms,
To know all mother tongues from the quarry of rough stones,
To speak everything at once, Bride of Unbecoming,
The moldering walls of lips, the kiss of vacant streets
And the quiet, wet solitude bespoken by back roads,
The whispered origami of the Forum, paper gods in folds,
Smothered in the false pillows of their own repose,
The wolf’s beard dipped in the fresh pant of dewfall,
While lovers have placed on the stones of the Appian Way
Their perfect hearts like votive candles, cupping the flames,
Looking down the swift arrow of loneliness, Sagittarius its same
Heaven-glow and besprinkled guidepost of a starlit Sacred Way.
Mother of Rome, your powdered face has been made ashen by those
Unreturned home, your far-off travels lead only to the graves of sons.
The ancient way across this world lies like sunset over black pearls.
nina Jul 20
angel tears fill rivers full
and pull bulls full/
of broken bones and stones
oh, how Perillos shone
pledged life to the throne
Cruel, merciless Rome/
and fell to his death
with one last shuddering breath
said,
"they'll **** you yet"
Chris Saitta Jul 19
Every Autumn, the sky a little more to stone belongs,
The immovable strata of deciduous columnar clouds,
Every leaf that falls, Rome a little more to earth’s heart recalls.
Burning crosses, swarming birds
City in flames, anti-Christ stirred
You're far from being a hero
My dear Nero.

Motherly omens, fiddle music
Jealous rage, killing cupid
When will your reign end,
My haunted friend?

An angry senate, an empty boat
A mad man stabbed in the throat
By his own hand, by his own wish
I want your head served on a dish.

This is your bloodbath, Emperor
Hell is now you empire.
Thoughts?
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