Poems...

I walk slowly. Around me,
The souls of sinners fly,
Now forming a line, now a circle,
And under the rays of light, they fade away…
The hill of the dead gives rise
To new, hovering ghosts,
Who gather in flocks,
Their strength drawing them together.

I walk, and beside me, people
Weep, groan, and cry.
No one judges anyone for fear,
The sinful souls frighten them.

I walk, and on a grave,
Completely enveloped in silence,
The white ghost of my beloved
Greeted me:

“How are you? You don’t look well!
What happened to you, my friend?
You’ve aged, my sweet,
You’ve met a cruel fate…”

“Yes, my beloved, unfortunately,
I could not escape fate,
And now I am in its power.
I tell you, trembling,
I clung to life with all my might
And want to play with fate.
Only that death does not win,
And then… who knows… who knows…”

“No, my beloved! Don’t resist:
You will stay with me!”

“Forgive me, but you appear in my dreams
Under the joyless moon…
Forgive me, but I will stay,
I will trample the grass of the forests,
Ghosts are a strange thing,
As is the former love.
Yes, I loved you once,
But that time has passed.
And there is no return to it,
The sun rises, I’m going!”

“If you live forever,
You will never die,
Then life will not be carefree!
Trouble awaits you… Trouble!
I will extinguish your candle –
You will live forever in vain…”

“Ghosts do not exist!
But… I loved you then…”

Written under the influence of the heroes.

Sincerely, Draco