Sun-dust glimmers 'neath craters unsealed,
Untold triumphs time has concealed,
Carved in tempests, on stone and flame,
By a tyrant hand with no name.
The blood-drenched Phoenix, whirls the sphere,
Thirsting in hell’s own frontier,
Burns to ash 'neath ruins deep
Then rises again, its vow to keep:
To rule the world anew, unbowed,
Above the silence of the crowd.
And we are mute…
I am mute…
Stripped of power, stripped of truth.
I cannot fight what mercy feigns,
Nor time’s cruel chain that still remains.
Beheaded, blind, we linger still,
Shadows of glory, bent by will.
We leave behind the sneer of loss,
Bear time’s burden, feel its cross,
And chew the darkness of the soul
No tears to cleanse, no centuries whole…!
Copyright- Angela Kosta
[Translated by Ana Korça]
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