Poésie

I have been given flaming blade
To pierce night and fight with shade,
And it is glowing with that fire
The source of which is my desire.

I am a man of sorts, you know,
And I can feel yours feelings flow,
And haven’t mastered mine for now…
My love to you I did bestow.

We all are given rare gift…
The time will pass, the planes will shift,
But for as long as we have dreams –
To live through time we have all means.

I see myself between the two,
But one is false – and one is true,
For one is night – and one is day
No matter what all others say.

I know, I know – that epoch’s wrong,
No more bard will sing a song,
No more knight will roam the lands…
Theirs weapons fill museum stands.

Our age is just so short…
Did you ever have that thought?

Did you ever think of life –
And the death in which you’ll dive?

The Earth is cradle for the men,
But that is just a part of plan,
For it has yet another side –
The Earth is sleeping deep inside.

So, you were born, a helpless man,
Who was a part of divine plan,

And who would not be understood
By people in his childhood.

«Графоман вы, сударь, графоман!
Вижу в вас я подлинный изъян.
Пару виршей ваших я прочел,
И мой вывод: сударь, вы осел!

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Take That «The Flood»