Alloya
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Do you like poems about unhappy love?
Well, listen or watch,
I'm painting a picture – in the picture is a mountain,
On the mountain stands he, and within him is emptiness.
The Monolith is his body. His heart is granite,
But how much this stone hurts!
And from this pain, he goes mad.
Why did love betray him so?
“Oh, great hero! In the madness of passions,
You destroyed what was dearest to your heart.
And in your curse, you turned into darkness,
And remained alone, at a bloody ball.
And over the body of your beloved, you cried for three days,
Your evil eyes became empty from tears.
There was nothing left in you – no laughter, no dreams,
Only memories of meetings and walks among roses.
Only memories of what is no more…
And you cursed all this petty world.
And building a Temple for your beloved,
You began the search for the truth of human resurrection.
Nothing remained in you then,
You went into the world of dreams, changing yourself.
And you died… The great hero died!
And in that moment, a young god was born,
A dark god of suffering, sadness, and evil!
How did your fate turn out like this?
And having passed through the rivers of eternal longing,
Through the great expanses of cruel war,
You came to these eternal, gloomy mountains,
There, beyond them, lies your happiness… Only there!
And the last night flashed by like a dream,
In it remained the sadness of bygone times,
In it remained those tears that you did not shed,
And all the sadness about those you killed,
And all the thoughts, all the pain and suffering of the soul –
Everything remained in it… Only you were not there.
And you walked forward, through death and bodies,
And in the last moment, you fell… You didn't reach the end.
You didn't make it one step. Just one!
You were seized by your father, the evil lord!
And you were judged for your rage,
For your love and your blindness.
And the decision of the court was cruel –
You were forever imprisoned in the void!
So that you would suffer for eternity from your own darkness,
So that the memory would burn you – the memory of love…”
(C) Dred
Well, listen or watch,
I'm painting a picture – in the picture is a mountain,
On the mountain stands he, and within him is emptiness.
The Monolith is his body. His heart is granite,
But how much this stone hurts!
And from this pain, he goes mad.
Why did love betray him so?
“Oh, great hero! In the madness of passions,
You destroyed what was dearest to your heart.
And in your curse, you turned into darkness,
And remained alone, at a bloody ball.
And over the body of your beloved, you cried for three days,
Your evil eyes became empty from tears.
There was nothing left in you – no laughter, no dreams,
Only memories of meetings and walks among roses.
Only memories of what is no more…
And you cursed all this petty world.
And building a Temple for your beloved,
You began the search for the truth of human resurrection.
Nothing remained in you then,
You went into the world of dreams, changing yourself.
And you died… The great hero died!
And in that moment, a young god was born,
A dark god of suffering, sadness, and evil!
How did your fate turn out like this?
And having passed through the rivers of eternal longing,
Through the great expanses of cruel war,
You came to these eternal, gloomy mountains,
There, beyond them, lies your happiness… Only there!
And the last night flashed by like a dream,
In it remained the sadness of bygone times,
In it remained those tears that you did not shed,
And all the sadness about those you killed,
And all the thoughts, all the pain and suffering of the soul –
Everything remained in it… Only you were not there.
And you walked forward, through death and bodies,
And in the last moment, you fell… You didn't reach the end.
You didn't make it one step. Just one!
You were seized by your father, the evil lord!
And you were judged for your rage,
For your love and your blindness.
And the decision of the court was cruel –
You were forever imprisoned in the void!
So that you would suffer for eternity from your own darkness,
So that the memory would burn you – the memory of love…”
(C) Dred
Nobody knows who I really am...
I'm just so pretty in my pain...