Duel

I roam through tempests, distance dares,

a burning cry my spirit bears.

No rest for fire, nor queenly gaze,

shall bow to dust, or shame’s disgrace.

That scorn the netherworld will raise,

ensnares the will in passion’s blaze.

Through storms of sin it gasps, it flies,

while reason bridles sweet demise.

A stone strikes lust, the soul is torn,

yet longing lures to death’s cold thorn.

Headless, death breathes close and near,

beside my step I feel her fear.

In furious clash of spirits wild,

untamed delights break free, defiled.

The joints of starry madness snap,

an avalanche bursts from the chest’s dark gap.

To wisdom’s heart I plead, implore,

a cup of mercy I adore.

Restraint to bind my hunger’s reign,

while lust feasts on, unbridled, stained.

Ana Petrović was born in Jagodina, Serbia, in 1985. She completed both grammar school and medical school, weaving together the clarity of science with the sensitivity of art. Her poems have been published in several international literary journals, as well as in a world anthology of contemporary poets.

Her poetic voice, at once intimate and defiant, carries echoes of her favorite poets—Mayakovsky’s burning intensity and Yesenin’s tender lyricism—yet remains distinctly her own.