The wraiths were ringing dead wrought bells
around him passed the shady shapes
of woods in dusk, and clouds' hotels,
communion's sweet and ripened grapes.
He ran amidst the winds and passed
across the side where grapevines grew,
it was her presence that amassed
small leaves and droplets of air's dew.
Inside the winds' lone strings accord,
Arai full-face, was dropped along
the streamlets and horizon's board,
untamed his scopes, to winds belong.
The Astral Chords! He knew this debt;
the skies demand and kill and draw,
the darkened paths his thought beget,
rose thorny droplets on his brow.
Persephone shall be his wed,
subsiding dew the mist regales,
the stringing roar that reaches red,
his great of brides resigns his trails.
Shall be the threading of winds' howls,
her plea arises from the shades,
homecoming queen from astral halls,
he harks the northern swashing blades.
Ablution's her enjoining black
"Enfold me in the rising dawn
enfold your sadness in the dark
with magistral the night's drapes drawn".
Acute of wounds she heals and mends
the asphalt of the mists awaits
pristine her bridal thorns amends
while passing through the Hades gates.
Three hundred reasons drew the drapes,
three hundred strings of diligence;
Winds' chords regaled the bride's agape,
his celebration to commence.
© G. V., 10-14-2013, All Rights Reserved
300 = 300 Kilometers per hour. The final speed a super-bike of 1,000cc engine is able to outreach.