carrying the wounds of man
To the ones who breathe the eternal breath
To you I hand my spirit.
What is the value of life,
when life unfolds eternally,
ensnared in an invisible chamber,
evil spirits gnawing at your soul?
On those possessed by a billion souls
and dare to walk the path
On those drowning in the horrors
still fighting for breath
On you I place the laurel
How do you resist the steel beast,
impenitently tearing the flesh?
How can you drink the immortal wine,
when you know it has been poisoned?
To you who held the immortal vision
To you who dreamed the undying dream
To all who tasted the forbidden fruit,
if only for an instant
To you I offer my soul.
Fivos R Drymiotis