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Superheroes and Evil

- I am Santa Claus!
- Why is that?
- I strive to destroy evil!
- But is there evil on a large scale?
- Come closer to the snowman…

- I am a snowman!
- And how so?
- You need to know the mushroom spots…
- And can evil be on a large scale?
- Only comic book heroes know…

- I am Superman!
- Why are you like that?
- There is crime and chaos in the country!
- But won’t the government help?
- That’s what worries me…

- I am Elektra!
- What happened?
- I was in a great hurry…
- But there are doctors, didn’t they help?
- There are enough graves on Earth…

- I am the goblin Shrek!
- Or a cannibal?
- I think my dinner has arrived!
- But couldn’t you have waited your turn?
- I am a rare species… But life goes on…

- I am Ivan the Fool!
- Is that so?
- I don’t know, I’m just a simpleton!
- And how can you know that?
- Any good person will say: no…

- I am Shapoklyak!
- Were you unlucky?
- I cause trouble for others!
- So, maybe there is evil on a large scale?
- I was robbed by an ugly person yesterday…

- I am Doctor Evil!
- Seriously?
- There is no better fate on this planet!
- Is everything really that good?
- I left the stage a long time ago…

- I am a human!
- Ah, a human?
- I am living out my life peacefully.
- Probably the last one, right?
- You can see that better, after all, you are Fate!

Sincerely, Draco

Guys, feel free to disagree, but it says poetry here, and I have nothing on the topic of heroes. Just a bit of home-brewed lyricism...

Allow me to finish that dream
In which you will love me
I would wish to live in it forever
But I know, you will wake me up..

Allow me to live by the dream
That you stole yesterday
Allow me to be with you
At the hour when you are not near

Allow me to remember a love
Of unbelievable strength
And remember that kiss once more
Which you gave to me

I hope you liked it...:smile43:

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When sand slips through your fingers
Like a lost chance from fate,
When fortune dances
With a stranger bearing misfortune,
When pain pierces your spine
From a fierce beast's blow,
A beast that sees its role
In a scenario of loss,
When your knees give way,
Trying to break your spirit forever,
When hope, like a blade,
Breaks in the wind, and you have no strength...
When emotions surge,
Sweeping away the light leaf of reason,
In which thoughts do not cool,
Listening to the heat of the heart,
When fog obscures salvation
For a lost soul,
And providence laughs,
Extinguishing the candle forever,
Gather the remnants of your will -
Shooting your gaze into the sky,
Not cursing your harsh fate,
Manage to command yourself
To rise from your knees - it is not fitting
For the strong to lie prostrate in the mud,
When your cross, with a dusty dawn,
Whispers only: "Go forward..."

I walk slowly. Around me,
The souls of sinners fly,
Now forming a line, now a circle,
And under the rays of light, they fade away…
The hill of the dead gives rise
To new, hovering ghosts,
Who gather in flocks,
Their strength drawing them together.

I walk, and beside me, people
Weep, groan, and cry.
No one judges anyone for fear,
The sinful souls frighten them.

I walk, and on a grave,
Completely enveloped in silence,
The white ghost of my beloved
Greeted me:

“How are you? You don’t look well!
What happened to you, my friend?
You’ve aged, my sweet,
You’ve met a cruel fate…”

“Yes, my beloved, unfortunately,
I could not escape fate,
And now I am in its power.
I tell you, trembling,
I clung to life with all my might
And want to play with fate.
Only that death does not win,
And then… who knows… who knows…”

“No, my beloved! Don’t resist:
You will stay with me!”

“Forgive me, but you appear in my dreams
Under the joyless moon…
Forgive me, but I will stay,
I will trample the grass of the forests,
Ghosts are a strange thing,
As is the former love.
Yes, I loved you once,
But that time has passed.
And there is no return to it,
The sun rises, I’m going!”

“If you live forever,
You will never die,
Then life will not be carefree!
Trouble awaits you… Trouble!
I will extinguish your candle –
You will live forever in vain…”

“Ghosts do not exist!
But… I loved you then…”

Written under the influence of the heroes.

Sincerely, Draco

Anyway, if you liked it, I'll send some more :)
You won't understand my persistence
And you won't feel the fire
And I won't say that you are cold-hearted -
The same happened to you...

I spent time without looking back
And craved a bachelor's life
I thought everything would be fine
Until I met you.

Imagination is not enough
to understand how far
Your mind dwells,
But it is clear that it is far from mine.

And perhaps I have no right,
But I miss you
Oh, if only you knew!
And who is capable of helping me?

Forgive me for being such a cheek
Even if these lines change nothing now,
Forgive me for writing them.
And they won't bring back the time
When I didn't know you yet...

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

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A soldier walks among the corpses –
Among his brothers and his enemies.
He kicks the enemies roughly,
And pays his respects to his friends.

A rifle with a gray stock
Taps softly against his shoulder.
“Can I survive?” – “I must,
I don’t want to die.”

An old man walks across the land,
Remembering his last battle:
A fiery trail in the darkness,
A streak across the sky.

A medal rings softly…
He will light a candle in the church.
“Can I survive?” – “I must,
I don’t want to die.”
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The Inn

An inn in the middle of the steppe –
You never know where you might find yourself.
What did you forget here, how did you get here?
I found you in the steppe, I was looking for you.

You will disappear again in the middle of the steppe –
How will I find you, where will I look?
Maybe you are in the mountains, where the ice glitters?
Where will I look for you – time is passing…

Time has passed – I am no longer the same:
My legs won’t carry me, my body doesn’t live,
My hands cannot raise a golden goblet,
I constantly dream of a devilish grin…

I constantly dream… I am dying.
I no longer know where my family is.
I have forgotten the past, I have forgotten you…
I only vaguely remember – there was an innkeeper.

Sincerely, Draco

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The Missionary

Oh God! How agonizingly difficult
It is to be alone in a pack of wolves,
To have wealth among the intellectually poor.
But who else is ready for this?

Oh God! How agonizingly difficult,
To carry your light to the pack of wolves,
Carefully and cautiously
To a place where they do not know You.

Oh God! How agonizingly shameful
To humble oneself and make concessions,
To hide his anger and resentment from them,
To give himself into their hands.

Oh God! I pray every day:
Forgive these sinful creatures.
Each of them is a shadow,
Endowed with flesh by You…

A Horrific Confession Do you remember how we kissed Near the entrance, in the night? How we blazed with a fiery passion, Hotter than the flames in a furnace... There was no force in the world That could cool our ardor... We believed that until our graves We would love each other. If someone had said, let's say: "Your passion won't last long!" I would have spat in his face right there, And then I would have beaten him. Only now, having experienced all the cruelty of the world, By the will of fate, I have adopted a different point of view - He who said that was right. You realized that many others Could love you besides me. And that my old, beat-up "Zaporozhets" Is falling apart day by day... Without much thought, you fell in love With the head of the local gang. You broke my heart forever, To be honest. In that moment, the whole world turned Into a pile of burnt coals. My intellect was clouded forever, I became much more terrible... I sold my soul to the one who, for centuries, Has been doomed to be an outcast. My soul became as hard as stone, I became incredibly strong... My master... We are similar in some ways... He, like me, used to think That he could achieve anything he wanted, But he couldn't... (he couldn't achieve anything - P. author) So, I, embittered against God, Became his faithful servant. Blood, tears, wars, violence - for a long time All this was done by me. Demons of Hell, Older and bigger than me, Obey me. And they are not tormented by evil resentment, Burning hotter than fire. That's why I seem stronger to them - Rage is honored among us. It is from rage that I have become stupider, But also a hundred times stronger! My dear! I can give you more Than each of THEM. The forces of good cannot restrain me for longer Than a couple of fleeting moments. Come on! Return! Experience the power of Hell! Let's spill blood together! We are not guilty - but that's what we deserve - THE DEVIL INVENTED LOVE.

ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL POEMS I HAVE EVER READ... JUDGE FOR YOURSELVES: I will not humble myself before you; Neither your greeting nor your reproach Has power over my soul. Know this: we are strangers from now on. You have forgotten: I would not Give up my freedom For delusion; And I have already sacrificed so many years To your smile and your eyes, And I have seen for too long In you the hope of my youth And I have hated the whole world In order to love you even more. Who knows, perhaps those moments That passed at your feet I stole from inspiration! And what have you replaced them with? Perhaps with a heavenly thought And with the strength of conviction, I would have given the world a wonderful gift, And in return, it would have given me immortality? Why did you promise so tenderly To replace it with a crown, Why weren't you at first What you became in the end! I am proud! Forgive me! Love another, Dream of finding love in another; Whatever may be earthly, I will not become a slave. To distant mountains, across the southern sky, I will retire, perhaps; But we know each other too well To forget each other. From now on, I will enjoy And in passion, I will swear to everything; I will laugh with everyone, But I don't want to cry with anyone; I will begin to deceive shamelessly, So as not to love as I loved; Or is it possible to respect women When an angel has betrayed me? I was ready for death, for torment, And to call the whole world to battle In order to hold your young hand - A madman! - one more time. Not knowing the treacherous betrayal, I gave you my soul; Did you know the value of such a soul? You knew - I did not know you...

Konstantin Simonov • “Military Literature” • Poetry of War Wait for me, and I will return. Just wait very much, Wait until sadness sets in With the yellow rains, Wait until the snowstorms rage, Wait until the heat, Wait until others are no longer waited for, Having forgotten yesterday. Wait until letters no longer come From distant places, Wait until everyone who is waiting together Gets tired of waiting. Wait for me, and I will return, Do not wish well To those who know by heart That it is time to forget. Let the son and mother believe That I am no more, Let friends get tired of waiting, Sit by the fire, Drink bitter wine In memory of my soul... Wait. And do not rush To drink with them. Wait for me, and I will return, In spite of all deaths. Let those who did not wait for me say: “He was lucky.” They will not understand, those who did not wait, How, in the midst of the fire, With your waiting, You saved me. How I survived, only we will know, Just you and I, You simply knew how to wait, Like no one else. Published: Russian Poets. Anthology in four volumes. Moscow, “Children’s Literature,” 1968 And this is the best thing I have read in poetry

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.

Here is another poem that is definitely worth reading: KINDNESS If your friend, in a verbal dispute, Could offend you, It's bitter, but it's not a tragedy; You should still forgive him. Anything can happen in life, And if your friendship is strong, Don't let it break Over a trivial matter. If you're in a quarrel with your loved one, And you miss her terribly, It's still not a tragedy; Don't rush, don't act impulsively. Even if you weren't the cause Of that disagreement and harsh words, Rise above the quarrel, be a man! After all, it's your love! Anything can happen in life, And if your love is strong, Don't let it break Over a trivial matter. And so that you don't regret later That you hurt someone, It's better to be kind in this world, There's already enough evil in it! But in one thing, don't give in: If it comes to a break, go for a separation, But don't forgive betrayal To anyone: neither your loved one nor your friend!

Dedicated to my friend, Anna G., who has been gone for a week now.
If everything around you
Is breaking into pieces and splinters
And your eyes are looking
At the ruins of a strong life

Try to sing, dance, and shout
Anyway, you will wake up in the morning
Pull yourself together, answer yourself:
Everything is not as it was
last morning...

it just came to me

I await the street lamp's light when darkness falls upon the streets.
I await a reprieve, the day when the payment deadline arrives.
I await the snows, when the sad August greenery surrounds.
I await myself, when the time comes to live...

I wrote a poem about myself and my life.

A dark dreamer.

Forever alone and always in darkness, I walk through fields with bones towards my dream, I go through time and pain in silence, I carry enlightenment with death in my soul.

Under the shade of forgotten graves and branches, I met people who had long since died. They told me that life is a dream, And soon you will wake up in another world.

Swimming down the river, I met a catfish, He said that I would be reborn. That this river leads nowhere, And that ahead there is only a whirlpool.

Walking through the sky, I met an eagle, He said that you will be here forever. That there is no place in the sky for those who are tired, And only those who did not sleep in life are there.

Yesterday I walked through cursed halls, I found many bones and filth there. The spirits told me that it was them, That they had been accumulating it all their lives.

Then I walked through the starry sky, I saw a white girl with a cat. The kitten told me that he was considered a god, But faith has passed, and he has become what he was.

I met the Legion of Darkness there too, They said that the whole world is doomed to death, But you are not needed, since you are alone, And you still have many roads ahead.

I met a vampire one night, He said that life is a candle flame, That people who preserve the flame, Do not live very long in life.

Once I caught a lost spirit, He said that he had exchanged his life for darkness. That he has nothing left now... And that everything in the world is the same now.

I met a fakir on the way in the mountains, He saw through time and the threads of fate. He said that there is no end to suffering, That the whole world is rotting from the creations of the Creator!

I walked through the wind of endless meadows, And the wind took my life as if it were a god... Because the wind seems to be in league with death, It carries away everything that was forgotten in the darkness...

I talked with a magician who sat in a tower, He said that wisdom is only for the blind, That the knowledge of the sighted is worth only two kopecks, And that their eyes are full of lies.

I wanted to end it all once and for all, So as not to see evil or good anymore. Thanatos said that it would not work - it is fate. That death will take when life is dear.

I met the Angel of Evil once, He said that people are like goats' udders! The land where they live is drowning in sins, Only bones and stench are in their stinking bodies.

I was at the foot of the fiery mountains, And I caught mournful glances under the moon, Of those whose souls had dried up in the fire, In their own world of passions and guilt.

I saw a shining light in the ground, They told me that you would be dressed in gold. Sell us your whole soul for it, And you will be in paradise on earth.

I saw a shining light in the sky, They told me that you would be dressed in a robe. Because sooner or later you will succumb to evil, And you will be turned into a human goat again.

Today I saw a red dawn, The dawn sent me a huge greeting. He said that soon it will be always, And that you will never be able to extinguish it.

Forever alone and always in darkness, I walk through the shadows that are far away. Through the winds of sorrow and the groans of hope, I carry enlightenment for thousands of ignorant people.

Who set this world on fire with devilish heat? Who covered it with dirt and mold? Who drowned the truth in lies forever? And why did the whole world suddenly become brown, Covered with insidious evil under the sky? Of course, the answer is obvious, and it is simple, But who will dare to write a post?...