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Soon, in a burst of inspiration, Alaria wrote a second song, in a slightly different style, although she felt that its message was somewhat repetitive. However, it wasn't so surprising that the desire to take fate into one's own hands turned out to be one of the main themes of her work. The inquisitor took certain moments from her experience before and after leaving Tanaris as a basis, but in a greatly transformed and reinterpreted artistic form. Apart from very general themes, there probably wasn't much else in common. Besides, although she wanted to write something sublime and inspiring, she wasn't sure if she had achieved that goal as an artist. From a certain angle, it was difficult not to consider the result of her work as just another parable about hard work, albeit in a song-poem format. However, perhaps her comrades would have a different opinion and see their own meanings in it. And anyway, for now, it's just a creative endeavor for her own enjoyment and for those close to her, not for the general public.
Labyrinth
In the depths of the earth, among rocky formations,
A boy sings a melancholic song.
A solitary concert – there are no spectators here,
Only silence answers the songs.
"Oh, if only, if only, if only it were so!
Oh, if only, if only, if only it were so!
I could break the circle of my loneliness,
But for now, the world is deaf to my pleas."
The boy wanders through the deserted caves,
He searches everywhere – but finds no one.
He looks sadly at the gloomy vaults,
Sighs and goes on.
"Invisible mother and invisible father,
I am in pain – I can't take it anymore.
Will my suffering ever end?
Because I won't find anyone else."
The wanderings continued – he went on,
Making his way through the underground darkness.
In his loneliness, he found a goal,
And that goal was change.
"If the caves are dark and narrow,
It would be wise to change the approach.
I will break the walls and break free from the darkness,
I will no longer cry in it!"
And the underground boy took up a pickaxe,
He found a layer of loose rock.
Over the years, he became a young man,
Diligently digging through the soil.
He made his way, and then a breach,
A ray of light broke through the stone.
And a joyful wind burst inside,
Playing with his hair.
"Can it be true that I managed to get out?"
He said, squinting in the sun.
"Can it be true that all the efforts were not in vain?"
His voice trembled with happiness.
He went out into the light – he looked around,
Having spent his whole life in confinement.
He cast his gaze down – and immediately fell silent,
There are people there – the adventure is over.
He descended and the persistent man was accepted,
Persistence is honored everywhere.
He found friends and relatives there,
And lived his life carefree.