Драко
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The Tale of the White Beast
“Three thousand wolves pursued him.
I saw it myself – I ran past.
He was strong and ready to fight:
A fierce gaze, a gleaming snarl.
And the power of his body – that is the power of the gods,
Which they bestowed upon the earth.
He destroyed thousands of wolves
With claws of shining, sharp steel…
I followed, hiding from him
In snowy dunes and in the grass of the forests.
I felt the evil that lived within him,
But I also saw the hidden love.
The weary beast sat down near a stream,
Not noticing anything around.
A snake injected its venom into his whitening flesh,
He died in excruciating pain.
He screamed, struggling, but – he faded.
The earth flew from under the beast's body,
As he tore it with his claws –
He didn't believe until the end that he was dying.
Tell me, wise one, who was he? Who is the White Beast? Answer!”
“He is a man,” the bear whispered to me.
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The Undead
My grave has grown over with grass,
With wormwood, ferns, and scarlet poppies.
Life is shrouded in mist above me,
But I know none of the power of fear…
The earth cracks, heaves, and suffers,
Groaning in pain – I emerge.
With difficulty and slowly, but it releases me
Empty, weak, unnecessary earth.
I gain strength in the full moon,
Oh, moonlight, you save me.
Two steps, three, four from the grave:
I am free. I am free. I am free!!!
In the full moon, I satisfy my hunger –
My eternal companion and my eternal enemy.
The wonderful taste of iron, a pinch of salt –
That red liquid – my devilish nectar.
The moon sets, the sky dawns,
I go back – under the cover of grass.
I want to… I would like to look at the sun
Because you look at the sun…
Sincerely, Draco
“Three thousand wolves pursued him.
I saw it myself – I ran past.
He was strong and ready to fight:
A fierce gaze, a gleaming snarl.
And the power of his body – that is the power of the gods,
Which they bestowed upon the earth.
He destroyed thousands of wolves
With claws of shining, sharp steel…
I followed, hiding from him
In snowy dunes and in the grass of the forests.
I felt the evil that lived within him,
But I also saw the hidden love.
The weary beast sat down near a stream,
Not noticing anything around.
A snake injected its venom into his whitening flesh,
He died in excruciating pain.
He screamed, struggling, but – he faded.
The earth flew from under the beast's body,
As he tore it with his claws –
He didn't believe until the end that he was dying.
Tell me, wise one, who was he? Who is the White Beast? Answer!”
“He is a man,” the bear whispered to me.
*******************************
The Undead
My grave has grown over with grass,
With wormwood, ferns, and scarlet poppies.
Life is shrouded in mist above me,
But I know none of the power of fear…
The earth cracks, heaves, and suffers,
Groaning in pain – I emerge.
With difficulty and slowly, but it releases me
Empty, weak, unnecessary earth.
I gain strength in the full moon,
Oh, moonlight, you save me.
Two steps, three, four from the grave:
I am free. I am free. I am free!!!
In the full moon, I satisfy my hunger –
My eternal companion and my eternal enemy.
The wonderful taste of iron, a pinch of salt –
That red liquid – my devilish nectar.
The moon sets, the sky dawns,
I go back – under the cover of grass.
I want to… I would like to look at the sun
Because you look at the sun…
Sincerely, Draco
