Διαβάζοντας αποσπάσματα από την gothic ποιητική συλλογή ''Under the rose" (Εκδ. Συμπαντικές Διαδρομές)

Τίτλος: Under the rose

Συγγραφέας: Michael E. Spiggos

Εκδόσεις: Συμπαντικές Διαδρομές

5. ''Impermanence"

Powerless, 

We wage our war against our deepest sorrow

In cold embrace

And in soulless trepidation

We cast aside the shreds of dignified devotion

Our impermanence a deathless prison

And in eternity

Rests our victory

Where remembrance fleetingly drained

The light from our empty hearts

And there, where life pointlessly lead us

Abandoned and betrayed

We drown ourselves in deep desperation

Hopelessly dreaming for a bright new day

And so effortlessly we surrender 

Before the solemn grandeur of eternal night 

And yield and forfeit our arms

Shedding our skins in humble assent

For the dark, in silence, claims the final crown.

(Έρχεται από το πρώτο κεφάλαιο, που ονομάζεται Ad Oblivionem)

7. ''Hope’s First Breath"

Hope’s first breath

Rose like a rayless sun

Amidst abstract brushstrokes of cloud and rain

On a shapeless canvas of grey and black

There was no warmth in this bleak dawn

Only formless ghosts blindly stumbling

Gasping for air

Flawlessly commemorated in portraits of pain

Distorted and barely consumed

By this broken nature

A sole shape radiating sanctity

Carved its essence amidst the chaos

And in a rare moment of peaceful solace,

Like a lonely candle in the dark

A hand ungloved, 

Touched the sun and brimmed with holy luminance.

Unbidden like blood from a gaping wound

Came the frost, relentless and visceral

And petal by petal, hope turned to glass

Shattered in the hands in countless fragments of ice.

And with hands full of jagged light

No prayer was left, only the sound of icy shards

Dropping one by one

Into the reliquary - shaped from blurred dreams.

Did I weep?

Or did the glass simply borrow my sight?

To rain itself dry, in hopeless song?

Night, tell the poets my name was writ

Not in ink, but in the wounds I solemnly kissed

To set my soul alight

For the roses grow where warriors fall - to die.

(Έρχεται από το δεύτερο κεφάλαιο που ονομάζεται Vincit Qui Se Vincit)

18. ''Hearts Entwined''

Under God's silent gaze,

In holy sanctity the souls entwine

Bathed in the devastating beauty of the moonlight

We met amidst fire and rain - a beautiful apocalypse.

Her skin white as fragile velvet

Cold to the touch, a heart that beats in dark disquiet

Perfectly adorned in cascading red

While violent threads of white gently caress her impatiently

And like a thornless rose

One that stands strong in a lonely field

Among desecrated ruins of desolation and loss

There she stands -

A forsaken manacle blowing empty in the wind.

Imprisoned but forgotten in lingering hope

And amidst endless lifetimes, there she was found.

Engulfed in sacrificial flame,

For love is surrender - utter and complete

To the whims of eternal torment

Like a consecrated chalice of tear and pain

That lost souls blissfully drink from

And there we stand

Amidst the rain and thunder

In eternal embrace, to find our home in the dark

And in a moment of serene clarity we mourn the sacred

Condemned by our hearts we search -

For a sanctuary from this storm. 

In a world that is doomed to fail utterly.

For our love might never return complete.

(Έρχεται από το τρίτο κεφάλαιο με τίτλο Sub Rosa).

Περιγραφή:

"Under the Rose" is a deeply felt and intensely lyrical descent into the darker corridors of the human condition. Structured as a trilogy, it charts a harrowing journey from the desireless wastes of Lethe, through the visceral battlefields of self-conquest, and into the thorned sanctuary of a love both divine and destructive.

Drawing upon the symbolism of Greco-Roman myth, the ferocity of Robert E. Howard, the psychological shadows of Poe, the decadent romanticism of Wilde, and the existential gravity of Nietzsche and Camus, Michael E. Spiggos constructs a world where despair is consecrated, love becomes an apocalypse and the final surrender becomes the ultimate sacrament.

Relentlessly bleak yet fiercely beautiful, this collection transforms personal agony into a resonant, mythic architecture of loss. It does not offer comfort; instead, it confronts the void with unflinching honesty. Under the Rose lingers long after the final page - a dark symphony of ruin, surrender, and the stark beauty found only at the edge of the soul’s darkest winter.

 

"For the night has won,

And its victory

Is now holy"

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