Swirling mists, misshapen forms - Phantasms of a lifetime by your side - In your loving arms, I embrace my role - As your truest friend, lover and bride.
Molten streams of gold trickle down your ruptured face - Of cracks, crevices and crannies, there is no visible trace - The sore sorrows of your past borne with imperial grace!
Hand in hand, we sail to the edge of the wide world; And into the deepest of still waters all worries toss.
I turned heads wherever I walked; I strutted about in sparkling shoes; Those awed gazes meant nothing - For they did not come from you.
You fill the void in every paragraph - In my world's stage, you play all lives - A thousand deaths cannot strike you Like an ancient phoenix, you survive.
"Deeper the thorn, redder are the stains of blood, When it touches the spine, I see a new rose bud."
But this was no embrace like the romance of old days; Knowing there will be no happily ever afters to come, I succumbed to my fate and wait for judgement day; There is no salvation from what I have truly become.
My first impression was that of sheer astonishment and bewilderment and just like many others, I too was surprised by the insides of the chapel; every inch of the chapel is exquisitely painted and the juxtaposition of blue and golden that dominates the scenes bear testimony to the artist's exceptional sense of color.
The leaves of gold on branches grew, Bare branches on the trees were seen. The autumnal sun came flaring in, Over the hill-tops devoid of green..
"If this is the beginning of the end, the gradual disappearance of Venetian pride, identity and livelihood will be forever gone, swept under the tide of the ocean, until centuries pass and our great-great-great... grandchildren frown upon Venice as just another mythical city - a Venetian Atlantis perhaps?"