Our sun has abandoned us in the burnt night
We lost the light of evenings
that once were only for us
The fallen night rules our life
and now, we too are lost.
In the wet forest,
in the dead sea,
not even on the white moon,
a laughing memory
One, two, what comes next?
Tell us, since we cannot say it
It’s the tossed curse of the kallikantzaroi
Forever we wait to hear your carols
to find our liberation in your filthy world
And we’re still waiting. Why?
If we were your beloved centaurs
You would have let us see, no, take all your world
Instead of standing in the angry waters
But don’t you know your centaurs died centuries ago
and we are your new centaurs?
Listen to us, to learn correctly…
ah, the sun has found us.
You have won this year, but next year you will see
We will return again when you have left…
when the light of the sky has gone to sleep.
Back to your waters,
back to your tree,
and back to your end and our beginning.
-Fotini (Tia) Polihros
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