Posts from A poem about heroes.

I'm creating this thread separately because I don't want the poem to get lost among others, especially since it will be one of a kind.
If you have any suggestions for improving the text, rhythm, plot, new heroes, and most importantly, the title, please write to me in PM or via ICQ.
That's all, I suppose! Shall we begin?

PART 1. ELF: THE WAYFARER.

A campfire shines for us like a nearby star,
Pressing against the dark, putting the night to flight...
It tries to reach sisters lost afar,
Whose glow was hidden by clouds of spite...

The fire plays, reflecting on the faces:
A spark is tangled in the dwarf's beard...
Shadow covers and the centaur dreams in places,
That darkness wraps his home, as he feared.

But if the light pierces through the eyelids,
Breaking with a fight through the night's nightmare,
The spear, received from the gods as a timeless guide,
Will become a trident, a gift beyond compare...

Only the elf does not sleep, merging with the dark night, -
I guard the sleep, heavy and holy.
My friends are a hawk-precise eye
And a simple bow, but with a sturdy string...

Hearing his steps half an arrow's flight away,
I retreat into the shadow of the forests silently
And hear the hem of clothes rustle in the grass
As he wanders thoughtlessly...

Not noticing the darkness around
And immersed in thoughts of fate,
The wayfarer enters the illuminated circle:
"I have walked long, my elf, to reach you...
I have walked long to reach you, my friend..."

The bow trembled in my hands from tension,
The arrow glints with a tip of fire...
"Bow before me in reverence...
For you do not recognize me..."

You are a human, a spawn and a traitor,
Whose calling is to sow death by might...
Believe me, the Creator will not be your savior,
You shall soon die in the night...

"Wait! Do you not see the vestments?
I am no servant of hellish powers –
Only a poor creature,
Into whose flesh He placed a soul..."

Allow me to help your wretched soul
And surrounded by the flesh of Hell...
You speak to me in vain...
An arrow in the chest is my reward...

"But I am sacred...". And the voice fell silent.
The stricken body fell upon the grass...
Was there any point in the conversation?
Was the killing real, or a phantom's dance?

I approached, infinitely weary,
To the slain one in a monastic robe...
What have I done, my eternal Maple?
No, impossible! This is madness...

But beside the blood-stained arrow
Lies a crimson cross, as if from a brazier...
Am I truly like those from the haze?
From dead and terrible places?
I looked around in fear...

The birds that painted the night fell silent,
And the wind no longer sways the leaves...
Eyes grow dark... Fear... Powerless...
All the forces of Hell are near... close...

"Fear not, elf, illusions for the mind..."
"It is worse, elf, when the soul is in a lie..."
Who? Where? A wall of oaks stands around...
Please, let me live!..

From the darkness into the light stepped a monk.
The same one, or another... perhaps?
"I am that one and I am another. Your fear,
I feel, is already leaving..."

But who are you and why have you come here?
Why did you frighten me? Where did the body vanish?
And why are my comrades sleeping so soundly?
By any chance, are you called the great Gelo?

"How many questions you ask...
But the night is short, there is not enough room for all..."
"In your soul I read: you would kill...
Me, or any priest, only out of revenge

For the daughter who went to admire
The winged horses at sunset..."
She loved to laugh for a long time...
Murderers! Soul-slayers! Thieves!

Yes, elves are not ashamed of bitter tears,
But I covered my face with my hands
From the smirking stars,
In whose light the reflection of strong steel is seen...

"Your misfortune, alas, I cannot help...
An Archangel or a powerful Wizard Lord
Is capable of returning a daughter from the dead.
I heard in the tavern recently..."

Archangels have long ceased to exist,
On this dead, scorched land...
You saw the streams of fire,
Which flew into the sky, following after,

When the gates of the celestial abode
Opened to receive the sons,
Only the power of the human God
Helped them quell the fire...

"Yes, I saw" - the monk said with sadness...
And the Mage Lords were destroyed in the war:
The Great Crash came upon the holy host,
After it, the snow began to melt in the Tower,
Ramparts turned to dust...

And from it arose legions of the dead:
Humans, centaurs, elves, mages, nags...
Killers, servants of the demon-devil,
Whose banner unfolds over the world...

"Believe me, not all is lost. In the inn,
Which stands at the hellish crossroads,
Three harpies revealed a secret to me,
That only a brave and courageous wayfarer

Will find a hero, the Lord of Resurrection,
Whose flesh is not ghostly, whose soul is alive,
Thus Erathia will find salvation,
The enemy will vanish beneath the earth!

All the Lords of Hell hunt him!
Immortality and power beyond dreams
Yes... such is the reward for his head,
The hero cannot hope for mercy..."

So why are we sitting? Let's go faster,
For she will... live again...
Let's wake our friends quickly...
I... must resurrect my daughter...

"Do you know where to look for him?"
We will ask those we meet!
"I think you want to sleep..."
Sleep?.. I don't want... Forever...

And why not snooze a little?
I am so tired after this night,
And ahead is but one road...
Eyes closed... I see my daughter...
In her eyes, there is anxiety..

PART 2. DWARF: PATHS.

Hey, you big horse, wake up!
Do you have enough strength for so much sleep?
Get up! Oh, eternal good Maple!
Get up! To defense! There's a vampire here! –
I trumpeted like a dragon here…

Elf, help wake him up!
Why are you sitting there in the distance?
As if you want to drown
Someone – perhaps yourself? – in the river!

Stop with these jokes,
And if you can't help me at all,
Then at least make some tea:
There's some good poppy growing over there,
But don't add any hemp…

You'll spoil the whole taste of the tea…
The Centaur sleeps too much.
Oh, what do I notice with my eye:
Not all that glitters is gold.

Yesterday this wasn't lying here,
Nor was it growing on the branches.
It probably fell from the heavens –
Then we've been very lucky.

We'll saw it up, sell it, get
A little gold – capital,
We'll give a bribe to someone right away,
And I'll pay someone else later…

We'll open a smithy, a tavern,
And stables next to them. Yeah, we'll live high…
We'll make a wyvern the guard,
And the one serving everyone will be… "Dwarf!

Listen, stop chatting,
You think it's just a piece of metal…
You're really disturbing my sleep!
And your chatter has become tiresome…»

Look who's talking,
He's awake, the horse-man!
A vampire killed you long ago…
Hey, Elf! My cross! Don't touch him!

«Dwarf, be quiet… Midnight delusions
Suddenly appear before my eyes –
I didn't dream this! No!
I will tell you… All the truth is before us…
You will find hope and the answer…»

«…Hearing his footsteps a flight of an arrow away…»
…And the story flowed like a river,
Carrying within it pieces of rock
With a dream torn to blood…

…With hope – like drops of resin,
Which you cannot brush away with your hand…
«We all can be – all! – brave,
When all around is peace and quiet!

As soon as something happens,
Changes life, but not the soul,
Fate finds itself,
And simply destroys the rest…»

Well, brother, you've gone too far…
The Elf talks of one thing, you of another!
I would have kicked you, of course,
But I can't reach, you walking house!

«You are right, Centaur, right, my friend!
And regardless of the Dwarf's rage…
When faith suddenly arrives,
There is no time for us to make merry…

One of the Lords – the Lords! – is alive,
Which means hope is alive too…
Just tell me one thing:
Now we stand at a crossroads, between…»

We are standing on the grass right now!
And all these talks are in vain…
Yes, Elf, it was a good story…
But we need to know which way the wind blows!

And today it blows from my pocket –
The wind is dancing there with all its might!
Let's act according to the plan
That I proposed to you earlier…

«Eh, Dwarf, you bearded one, why so?
Do you not trust us?
Show a little tact…
The Lord exists, you know it!»

From where? The dream grew stronger
When the Monk spoke here…
Oh, I feel trouble is coming
From dark, restless forces!

And who said that the Monk
Came to us with a kind soul?
You were gripped by fear, weren't you?
What wasn't killed is a good thing!

I propose to take this cross,
Use the gold for its purpose,
And not even look for the Lord!
We will be happily wealthy…

«Eh, Dwarf, what do you understand?
You won't find happiness in wealth!
You'll become needed by no one,
And you'll die together with your gold!»

«Centaur, Dwarf, there are two paths…
One – to go and live as before
The second – to not give up and find
Your mad hope…»

Yes, Elf, mad! Exactly!
There are no Lords in the world,
Except for the evil breeds…
Any of them – arrogant, proud,
A people alien to us, the Creatures…

Why go to meet death?
Even so, from every bush
Demons and devils jump out!
I don't want to become dead!

«Well, Dwarf, the decision is clear…
You propose a third path…»
Give me the cross taken from the Monk,
When the arrow pierced his chest.

Give me my find!
He is not needed by you, for nothing…
I am leaving you, farewell!
And I will likely never return…

«We are very sad, our friend Dwarf,
Keep your cross and… and farewell…»
«Success in life, and in everything else…»
«Don't forget us and keep in touch…»

I look after them with sorrow:
Friends leave, life goes on.
The sunlight does not dry up
That which flows from my eyes…

Very cool idea, keep it up! And may inspiration be with you.

Dragon, you're amazing! You wrote such great poems. Awesome. My respects:smile12:

Super Dragon, simply super:smile20:! You're doing great:smile02.

2Drako: IMHO, the rhythm needs work; stick to something consistent: iamb, trochee, or anapest at most.

A nearby star shines upon us like a campfire,
Pushing back the darkness, chasing the night away…
It tries to reach its lost sisters,
Whose glow is hidden in malice by the clouds…

Line 1: N U N - N N - U N N - N U - no rhythm
Line 3: N U N N - N U - N U N N - H U - poor rhythm and inconsistent length.

On the 4th line, it's almost impossible to read...

Will there be a sequel?