Ancient Eternal Girl - Poem by Lionara S.T.M.O.L.
I will not be the log that awaiting the fire
To kowtow our executioners, knitted to the tyrant
The slave in a bride bazaar, who expects Joy
Ignites, i burn executioners and slaves
Limits, laws i create, corsair of the futures.............5
You can get from my little spark, to give value
To the half life that you experience, to your myths dot
You melted by the decline, the minds every thought
Motivation to inactivity, does not give any word
Ancient Girl female, a statue that speaks................10
Fumble on her face, the desire which is shaking
Admire her strength, that the Heaven hold
Fumble on her body, move that sets
Her Erotic secrets, the source that Life Begins
Starts revolution, a wide rebellion......................15
Our Ancient ideals, our great worship
You, male flare up, deserve to live now
For love that not lived, come on rise up
In all shades of gray, you will find the females
Alone to build dreams, come on you can taste them........20
Myths kept alive, the inert substance
They created it in our measures, to stop us getting bored
They put the most beautiful colors of Earth's
The beautiful bodies, elusive and fatal
They gave us strength in every weakness...................25
Beautifully completed, our party to the dot
Thank you writers, thankful to your imagination
Choking with your pen the global boredom
Become an author the same, a great creator
You can build a decent life, to become a heart corsair....30
Life for novel, imperious in Death.
This is a translation of the poem Αρχαία Κόρη Αιώνια by Lionara S.T.M.O.L.
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From the book 'Choose Candy '
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