The hoot of the owl ran across the lands of Edriania,
Dancing with the tree’s and swaying with the breeze,
The wolves sung their song when the moon whispered midnight,
And the midnight song charmed everything to freeze.
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The Sound of the gallop could be heard from a mile away,
As silence was the noise of the night,
The masters of slaves directed the horse slaves into the castle,
Where air of lies were the only form of light.
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The soldiers drunk under the torch flame laughed to insanity,
Unknown to the fact that death was on its stroll,
The whores were blinded into the chamber of pleasure,
Where their gift from gods were pushed out of their soul.
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The hallway was well lit with orange flames,
And the walls painted with religious vision,
A statue stood at the middle, made of stone,
Surrounded by the staircase decorated with incision.
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Up the staircase on the highest floor of the tower,
Was the chamber of a princess Alexandria,
Lover of a race enemy,
A love tale that had to be feared.
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She looked out of her window into the glittery sky,
Where the moon stood as the princess and stars where the lovers from far,
But there stood one star brighter than them all,
The Star then known as the north star.
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She then lazed herself down on the platform of dreams,
Thinking about the lover who rested in the chilly forest,
Dozed off into a new world away from reality,
Having the last sight of the day, the star Fest.
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The serpent slithered with the hiss into the night,
And the wild birds chirped for pride,
The forest was wet as rain drops danced their way down,
Humming tunes dropp after drop, side by side.
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In the tree of life lived the Alfars,
Where magical orbs danced around the tree,
All were jolly as summer was to come,
And mellow fruitfulness everyone was to see.
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Up on the top of the tree an Alfar rested,
Gazing upon the mystical sky,
Where the moon stood as himself,
And stars were the lovers awry.
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Arcanamel was the name of the dreamer,
The lover of a princess,
Who watched his own race ravish,
By the cause of his love’s race.
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Into dire strait he had fallen,
With a choice as hard as rock,
Like an angel although he thought,
But he was the tribes mock.
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He lay himself down in the open forest floor,
With only a leaf under the soul that was as fair as December snow,
Blackened out into the land of dreams,
Thinking about the love he can’t ever show.
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The moon sunk into the sky,
As the sun rose awake and bright,
The world now under the shadow of the sun,
Brought in the morning light.
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The flowers danced jolly into the sun light,
The butterflies flew their way in,
The garden of dreams was now in sight,
Although the time had come to sin.
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The Alfars of light marched towards the castle of love,
Miles away from the tree of life,
Arcanamel marched with troops without a choice,
Marching while playing mellow fife.
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Rocks by the lake watched them pass,
Roses cried as they saw the sight of dying love,
Tears from heaven fell down from the sky,
A dying bird fell, maybe a dove.
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Alas the castle were in sight,
The warriors of light charged with might,
The door into the castle was now dying in vein,
As it could now not do what was right.
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I walk a different path,
I seek love as an answer to hate,
My love, the fairest maiden of them all,
I shall come to thee, it’s written in fate.
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I know a different doorway where my love shall be,
I swiftly walk away silently into the lair of death,
Oh lord from above help me with my destiny,
I shall give everything to save the love; I pray thee give me my last breath.
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I reach the top of the tower,
My love rests with her eyes closed on her golden bed,
The wind blew hard as it sung the songs of summer,
And suddenly the atmosphere blood red.
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I could hear the screams of the children and women,
I could hear the sound of nature’s cry,
The sound of metal clashing against the magic of Light,
I close my eye, Think of time and sigh.
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She looked at me smiled and her lips moved,
Thou spoke in tender words; I love you,
Whisper was it? As I did not hear the sound,
Although I read thy lips and thou spoke I love you.
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We lay in the platform of dreams,
Side by side under the sky bruised by blood,
Talking without speaking, resting my hand on thy breast,
A loud cry of pleasure suddenly brought in the flood.
Will thou love me forever? She asked,
I answered forever and for eternities,
Thou are my life,
Without thee I am a poem without philosophies.
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We walked out of the chamber of pleasure,
Out to the wilderness away from misery,
Miles out towards the sea of Poseidon,
Where our love shall be filled with treasury.
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The unknown soldiers fighting in foreign land,
Bled to victory as the king bowed to immortals,
Dead souls made their way towards heaven or hell,
Although they saw the princess live as she made her way out from a love portal.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful lines and the beautiful tale. Don't have to write anyhting else, except part II lol, looking forward.