Ate

-An Ode poem-

Strophe:
Shadows know the size of her love,
as night passes from her crossroad,
firm owls call to the stardom above,
while her songs back in time abode.

Stable strings the scene's stillness,
where her laughter waves in ether,
in small hours' thought's steepness,
advances silence, soft as a feather.

The owls stared with eyes of amber
a deity descended with stars' glare,
her eyes submitting love and candor,
that ghost time travelers, shared.

Antistrophe:
Brilliant the moon in ventured glory,
above shapes and daunting wraiths,
her radiance passed through faiths,
caressing travelers and their story.

Kindly advanced in valleys of blooms,
as night conveyed with each breath,
bestowing a Sovereign kiss of death,
with fates weaving the lethal looms.

Epode:
Ate smiles are beguiling and dismal,
darkened is her reign and abysmal,
hence enchanted souls dwell in void,
with acheronian passages destroyed.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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