A FAIRYTALE LIFE
- May 8
- 1 min read
By Synodinos-George Paraschis
Absolute downfall leads me through daedalian labyrinths.
Within my cells, I search for traces of solitude.
The clock’s relentless ticking warns me — time to depart.
Upon soft velvet, I drifted into slumber.
I was swept away by the beauty of crimson rose petals.
A ladder I build toward the naked truth — hoping perhaps to awaken.
Madness bombards me, for the sun no longer bathes Valencia.
I glorify the sinful passions that torment me.
The soul’s own cultivation admonishes my contemplation.
With medieval sorcery, I bound your precious visage.
I strive to conquer the impregnable fortresses of the Kremlin.
You mistook fair threats for instinctual playthings.
The world turned upside down within its glass sphere — soon it will be too late.
A kaleidoscopic illusion granted me a renewed vision.
Carnage of Niobids — divine punishment for their mother’s vanity.
The Laestrygonians misconstrued my kind intentions — they shall no longer grow.
Archers with infallible arrows flung open windows to serendipity.
To the waters of the Ganges I hastened — to receive absolution for my sins.
Lifeguards attempt to haul me from the wreckage.
The grief of light-footed Achilles has drowned.
The tin soldier, now ablaze, brought his Odyssey to an end.
I’m weary now — of the roaring fountains, of hands crossed in resignation.
From this moment on, I shall explore the pilgrimage through the untouched eyes of an eleven-year-old child.
And it is clearer than daylight — they shall make history to be remembered.