Poems...

Here's something I came up with. I hope you like it.
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Swords clashed between two sworn enemies,
And a flash blinded the forests, gardens, and fields.
The whole world learned how, from cursed pride,
The earth trembles all at once.
And the old world sank into the water, watching,
As its children perish in furious fire.
It tolerated them, nurtured them, knowing
That without war, there is no peace on earth.
It remembered all the events of history,
And even remembered how it was born.
It saw how its heroes went into battle...
And they brought Armageddon to it.
Not everything perished – much remained.
The sacred fire burns away the sins of men.
But many managed to save something:
They fled into the depths of foreign lands.
But what about THAT world and the old story?
Should it be scattered in the wind, like dust?
And is there no hero left in those lands,
In those lands that now stand in flames?
One who could survive in the volatile fumes
And revive the old world again,
One who would bring the sun out from behind the clouds
And shed light, forcing people to live?
But these are just questions: not jokes, not satire.
The whole old world is gone – the losses are countless.
But I want to believe that, as the end of the old world comes,
The end of Armageddon will come someday.