Still Beating Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Heart
Beating
Beating
Still beating
Heart
Throbbing
throbbing
Still throbbing

Mere keli
Demi seli
Xecli kon
Honte son
Benti koris
Seten moris
Retes koner
Frati bonner
Sprigus iont
Digtus sont

See,
The Giant lifts in his hand
The Heart of Red
Still throbbing
Still running
Still beating

And
In hands the Giant lifts
The Sword of Nobility
Towards the heavens
He lifts it
The Sword of Nobility
For
In his hand
The Giant holds
Throbbing
Beating
Running
The Heart of Red.

Mere keli
Demi seli
Xecli kon
Honte son
Benti koris
Seten moris
Retes koner
Frati bonner
Sprigus iont
Digtus sont

Overcast the heavens
Were
Hidden the night-dews
Trembling
And the Orchestra of Noble Violins
It had ceased playing.

Civilization that we knew
Now
Dissolves
In
Front
A
Thousand
Suns
Burning
Melting
The
Wave after wave
Level on level
Of the Old Civilization.

For
In the Heart of Red
Lay the nobility of the
New Civilization
And
The Giant held
That heart of red
In his hands
By his body
Protected it
Against the vampires
Sent again him
By the Old Civilization

Civilization to Civilization
A Civilization not
Bent on the God of Knowledge
Only
Not on the God of Power
Not on the God of Glory
But on the God of Nobility

And
I saw that
The New Civilization had
All that the Old Civilization
Had
And more
In its Nobility.

And
The legions from the Earth
Raised their standards
Threw their old crowns
Knelt before
The Shrine and Light of
The New Civilization

And the overcast heavens
Now smiled
And the night-dews as
Manna were as
abundant
Trembling
And the Orchestra of Noble Violins
It now begun playing.

Smiled the Giant of the New Civilization

Mere keli
Demi seli
Xecli kon
Honte son
Benti koris
Seten moris
Retes koner
Frati bonner
Sprigus iont
Digtus sont


And the Violins in wonder began
Playing.

No,
No,
The
Waters
Are
Gathering
In
One
Great
Magic
Waterfall
And
Magic
Spells
Fly
Round
And
Round.


See,
The Giant lifts in his hand
The Heart of Red
Still throbbing
Still running
Still beating

And
In hands the Giant lifts
The Sword of Nobility
Towards the heavens
He lifts it
The Sword of Nobility
For
In his hand
The Giant holds
Throbbing
Beating
Running
The Heart of Red.

Mere keli
Demi seli
Xecli kon

Honte son
Benti koris
Seten moris
Retes koner
Frati bonner
Sprigus iont
Digtus sont

And the overcast heavens
Now smiled
And the night-dews as
Manna were as
abundant
Trembling
And the Orchestra of Noble Violins
It now begun playing.

Smiled the Giant of the New Civilization

And the Violins in wander began
Playing
More than ever
Hands moved
Playing.