Relentless, be destiny that encompassed our floating rock,
moving in a horizon
neither of green nor red
but of a pitch-black hue that’s engulfing that glamorous sea.
How marvelous is the pathos,
the thrill that hope bestowed upon us
through time immemorial,
in believing in the reverence of Hellenism.
Thou who have forsaken us, we envy
and thou who spite us, we dread.
Inexplicable ethos hides behind on the midst of our dreams
as much as they try to illuminate it with a crescent moon of fear.
We shall not hide, we shall not cower,
neither falter nor wither as an autumn petal
of a black mulberry hidden amidst the forests of old.
Merely fight we shall;
In hope of a future that has yet to come.
This poem is part of a poetry collection of my own creation. For any reuse, please feel free to contact me. Nisolomou (Stelios Nikolaou) 2024 ©
