- The Sorceress Poem by Georgios Venetopoulos

The fog's requests accosted us above the ocean vastness
and scattered stars defined afar the tempest's resurrection;
our cargo diesel engines thrummed as she immersed in darkness
directing draperies of fog, enticing wrong direction.

Half-visible the skylines danced with mist that spread abundant
the Sorceress spelled out upon our travel to Atlantic
expanding borderlines beyond, where waves were moving rampant
- the sylphlike wafting of the sea, engulfed our first mechanic.

Hence, she declared, among the mists, her oracle and candor;
presumptuous she coquetted on Hades' shadowed orchard,
as chthonic forms misguided us to deluged reefs, asunder,
beguiling sailors to conduct in ghostly seas, unconquered.

Tangential the drapes of night became our route's incisors;
bewitched by the draping fog and sorceries bespoken
we heard the Siren's singing calls, ambiguous advisers
as waves embraced our steadfast bow that led to death unbroken:

' Redeeming waters deep await,
before our early turns to late.
your blue, aquatic route shall cure
whate'er is sorrowful and pure.
and if you manage to disband,
shall meet me on your meadowland
My voice bespeaks inside your souls,
we'll celebrate on Astral Halls;
Address me in your hearts and dare,
so welcome to my seaward fair. '