Poems...

Since people are writing not only their own things here, I will write something too... my favorite. I warn you, all rights to the texts belong to Tam Greenhill. Oh yes, those who have read "The Witcher" will understand a little more... "Defenders of Shaerraved" Golden grass has turned red from blood The blackness from the fire cannot be erased from the white wall Lord-victor, allow the captive to speak a word, Before death takes me away into the mist... My word is not a sword, It cannot protect from fate, Blood on the white wall, In war, it is what it is! We fought for death, defending the burning city, And now we are only given a couple of hours, You see, my brother stands there, he is still so young, Let him go, prince – I will answer for both of us! How hot the blood is, Like a black bird from my shoulder, My soul will fly away, And fate cannot be stopped! Let him go, prince, you see – he is afraid of death, He has lived so little, he should not have become a warrior, You hear how the soul beats like a frightened bird, Have you not grown tired of spilling blood for this battle? But in your eyes is steel, You do not pity the stranger, What are my words to you, The steel of the sword is always right! A cold face freezes into an indifferent mask, And in the eyes is the verdict – "The stranger cannot be forgiven!" It is a pity that a happy ending can only exist in fairy tales, But it is not worth asking for the gift of life from mortals, my brother! Extend your hand to me, We will step through the fire, Through pain and through fear, Carrying a star in our hands... For now, that's all...