Alessio Zanelli

Love Age Myths poem
Multiheight clouds at twilight in Cremona, Lombardy, Italy

Love Age Myths

Ice lances, as hard as steel,
Pierce through your flexible heart,
And hissing in the silence
Like whispers of innocence
You just can but give in to,
They tear your pale soul away.

Once there were the heroes
Who rescued you from woe,
Once there was their power
To force back your shrewd foe.
But time has no scruples
And all myths fade away.

The tyrant proves the torture
As you turn back toward him;
The music dies inside you
Like the twilight in the night.
And love age myths have gone afar—
Gone away like old Tziganes.

First published in Freehand (UK)