2. Marco Nuzzo - A Thunder's Ruin

Описание: I love you more than hate, beyond the ravaged cries,
Words torn in screams, in the slothful quest that dies.
Dimmed by subtractions, in the varied ways you’re told,
You hold me still, in the stance where shadows fold.
You were my essence, my wretched, absent core,
Granted more than sacred rites, in the void I bore.
You were the thunder’s ruin, a storm that breaks the skies,
Like tidal lips unprophesied, in silent ages’ guise!
Show yourself as befits, in the fixed and twilight gloom,
Lying in the tomb’s embrace, where tears of women bloom!
No fate remains, just the rubble of what we were,
In the hollow’s form, our fleeting traces stir!
You were the wrecking surge, unvoiced by cunning years,
A tide of lips that drowned the quiet, steeped in fears.
Displayed in shades that cling, in the penumbra’s hold,
Deceiving in the glenoid, the scapula, the cold.
A sodden crust collapses, in careless ruin’s fall,
In the hollow of your form, where once we stood, now all.
You were the thunder’s ruin, a storm that breaks the skies,
Like tidal lips unprophesied, in silent ages’ guise!
Show yourself as befits, in the fixed and twilight gloom,
Lying in the tomb’s embrace, where tears of women bloom!
No fate remains, just the rubble of what we were,
In the hollow’s form, our fleeting traces stir!
Crumbling crust, now shattered, in the careless void’s descent,
Once you were, now nevermore, in ruins we lament.
Masonry of dwellings lost, where presence briefly burned,
In fleeting scripts of rind, our fleeting truths returned.
No sacred hymn, no light to claim, just absence carved in stone,
Yet in the wreck, my love endures, a fire that stands alone!
You were the thunder’s ruin, a storm that breaks the skies,
Like tidal lips unprophesied, in silent ages’ guise!
Show yourself as befits, in the fixed and twilight gloom,
Lying in the tomb’s embrace, where tears of women bloom!
No fate remains, just the rubble of what we were,
In the hollow’s form, our fleeting traces stir!
I love you more than hate, through the wreckage we abide,
In the tomb’s cold hollow, where our fleeting dreams reside.
Rubble of our presence, in the scripts of fleeting rind,
Eternal in the ruin, where my heart remains confined.