Epistle Xvi - Byzantium
(I)
I am the very tip of
Byzantium’s jagged lance,
the bridge between
our forefather's fall
and the luminosity of the
our sons' golden age
(II)
I am the
Antiochian knight
burdened by
Mehmet’s yoke,
my torch
blazes with a
Varangian ire
that turns pagans and
satyrs, robed in
postmodern depravity,
into stone
(III)
My tale unravels
on cobbled pathways
mirroring Hagia Sophia’s spires,
beckoning before the
celestial halo –
apotheosis veiled by
dawn’s icy veneer
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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