Poems...

A poem I wrote during my archaeological practice. I was so heartbroken back then, missing my girlfriend.
Ballad
Long days away from my beloved
Stretch out like years and centuries.
Before leaving, I said: "Keep my
Sword, severed by a black lash."
I cannot return from eternal slavery,
Iron chains have bound my muscles.
I have become the last of the gray brotherhood.
I will sing a song about how we perished:
We fought for a long time in blood up to our knees.
Brothers fell without a cry or a groan.
I heard one word: Treachery!
Someone, painfully familiar, betrayed us.
If I could only get my sword out of its scabbard,
We would have won. But, unfortunately,
The sword was broken, but not destroyed.
Left at home, it is no longer fit for battle.
Chains were thrown around my neck.
Strong steel shackles bound me tightly.
The helmet has long been discarded, and my hair flies freely.
Once fair, now – gray.
A formidable lord tortured me for a long time,
But I did not reveal the secrets of the brotherhood to him.
He did not hear a groan or a cry.
The fearsome executioner with the lash jumped around in vain.
Thrown into a dungeon without a glimmer of light.
Bread and water – food for the body and soul.
The planet will not turn until
I entrust this secret to anyone.
The tyrant's daughter came to me.
Her face could rival the moon in beauty.
She cried for a long time and begged
To reveal the secret and calm her down.
But I remained silent, and she offered
To become my wife, so that I would rule the world.
But, finally, she fell silent too
And the queen of the ether left…
Somewhere in my homeland, you and our son
Are waiting for my return, and the days fly by.
You do not take pride in your marital status.
Years pass, and the son grows up.
Soon he will become a great hero.
My sword will be forged for him by proud dwarves.
My army will stand before him in formation.
The farewell song is so familiar to you.
The dungeon will collapse, yielding to steel.
I will see the light, forgotten for years.
Two armies entered the battle for the secret
And clashed with their shields.
I will take the sword from my son's hand,
I will enter the battle with the king who took freedom.
Fast horses will not carry him away,
He will not escape his sad fate.
The battle is over, the hymns have been sung.
I will see you again, my dear.
I keep no secrets from you.
You know the secret, and I know it too.