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Here is an example of looking at one period from two perspectives.
Defenders of the Faith
I
The fourth day of scorching heat.
The desert drains all our strength.
Yesterday, we saw an oasis,
Now, that place is a graveyard.
The fourth day without sleep.
We move towards the sun.
The moon rises in the sky.
Oh, if only the night were eternal…
There, the city shines in the distance.
We are warriors. Happiness without measure.
From the yellow desert dust,
We emerge, defenders of the faith.
The whole sky is ablaze with lights.
We will destroy the temples of vice…
Above the sleeping city,
The green banner of the prophet has risen.

II
Crosses on shields and cloaks.
And swords with their hilts pointing to the sky.
Our souls will be pure,
Our faces bear the Lord's seal.
We walk through the desert without sleep.
And the sands bury all traces.
During the day, the sun, at night, the moon,
Shine through the sandy dust.
The holy city is getting closer,
And the desert is becoming more and more hostile.
Soon, we will meet our dream.
Our faces are brighter, brighter…
And in the city, there will be a massacre.
We will slaughter all the pagans soon.
Our Duke spurred his horse.
We rush across the endless expanse.
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Now that you have destroyed the darkness,
along with it,
you have destroyed a part of the universe,
which gave us the right
to exist...
But the chaos from which everything originated is immortal,
it will punish all the pitiful gods above,
and a new world will be born again,
and new rulers will rise to the throne,
those who came to us with goodness and light,
only a couple of years have passed,
and now there are wars again,
and you want to tell me
that light should lead us...
only the one who embodies
both darkness and light
can become a great ruler,
but for now, in the meantime,
protect the darkness,
wait to destroy it,
so that you can be proud of your life...

Here, I wrote a response!...

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You extinguished the flames of hell,
but the gates of hell closed,
and now the gods are against you,
against all of you,
against all those who participated in the war,
curses rained down from above,
and the souls of the dead,
who are like demons,
fly upwards
destroying everything in heaven,
or they remain here,
bringing death...

Your comrades are completely exhausted,
and one by one they die,
we gave you a choice,
but you rejected it...
well, suffer as long as you can,
but you will never find happiness...

And this is the answer to what happened when you extinguished the sacred flame...

Why are you condemning our campaign?
We are going with light and a dream.
Why are you destroying our morality?
We can no longer live in such darkness.

If we don't fight the darkness now,
when we have the strength and knowledge,
then it will consume us
and it won't care that we are a part of the universe.

Our campaign is just a drop in the ocean,
but we will go on it,
so that our children do not know sorrow,
which brings evil with it.

And the darkness will fall from our blade.
We will live in peace and tranquility.
We know that trouble will come again,
and we will rise up against it.

Evil will always live in our world,
and no one can destroy it,
but we can defeat their legions
and gain a respite from extinction.
Ещё долго Гильраэн вспоминал глаза Энтов и звуки пилы, разносившиеся по пещере, но он понимал, что без костров он не приготовил бы горячий бульон из свежего драконьего мясца...
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Why are you burying our campaign?
After all, we are moving forward with light and a dream.
Why are you killing our morality?
We can no longer live in such darkness.

If we don't repel the darkness now,
When we have the strength and knowledge,
Then it will consume us
And it won't care that we are a part of the universe.

Our campaign is just a drop in the ocean,
But we will go into it,
So that our children do not know sorrow,
That brings evil with it.

And the darkness will fall from our blade.
We will live in peace and harmony.
We know that trouble will come later,
And we will rise up against it.

Evil will live forever in our world,
And no one can eradicate it,
But their legions can be defeated,
And we can gain a reprieve from extinction.

That's why I'm burying it,
Your most foolish step in life...
The campaign should not become a burden
For those,
Whom you want to save,
No, you will deprive them
Of the opportunity
To contemplate...
All that beauty and light,
That the night reveals to us,
Because you didn't think about the fact
That there are creatures in the world,
Who cannot live in the light,
Here is an example, me...
I bow to the goddess,
And her name is Luna...
She is a child of the night,
And, in turn, she
Is the daughter of that sacred darkness,
Which you want to destroy...
I said it,
I'll repeat it again,
Even though you are going to fight,
But protect the darkness,
In those very hours,
When you will be engulfed in war...

And here's another thing,
How did you become a warrior?...
Was it that light that guided you?...
In whose name are you waging war?...
And there is only one answer,
And that word is
No!...
It is not the light that gave you the strength,
But the darkness!...
Because you cannot be satisfied with good alone,
And, allow me to ask one question,
How many wars have you brought peace to?...
And I hope the answer is this:
"And not a single enemy escaped
The blade of the sword that
Hangs on my belt..."
Because have you ever,
Pierced an enemy with your sword?...
Well, if not,
Then you are completely subservient to light and good...
But I,
Have made my choice,
In favor of darkness.
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...
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I remain the same as I was
Since the last time I saw you
What has changed? Back then I said many things
And then floored the gas and vanished into a dot
What did I find over the year? Nothing
Only daughters became mothers, and mothers became grandmothers
Many grandmothers are gone - there is logic in that
A chain set for eternity cannot be undone
The world can no longer be changed, let alone saved
Ten fingers are still more than enough for me
To count those who, if anything, would catch me
There is not enough air, I suffocate more often
Life isn't sugar yet - maybe it will be sweeter later?
It's unlikely we'll find and lose what we seek
Maybe we write about it in vain, but this is our niche
Listen, and as long as we breathe, I want you not to forget this
I remain the same as I was...

I remain the same as I was
Despite what they told me
How wrong I was to choose this path
Spitting in the face of those who offered profit
And thereby stripping myself of the right to be a scoundrel
I don't rush headlong to kiss others' feet
I don't rush to enter paradise on the backs of others
Better to be alone, to be a stranger and redundant
As long as I don't forget what is barely audible
In the hustle and bustle of the daily path
One cannot help everyone, but someone can be saved
I would like not to stray from the road prematurely
A thought hits my crown: are we with the right people or not
Street vendors sell whatever they can find
Gluttony, lust, a sermon from the mount
I buy my piece while it's still warm
I remain the same as I was...

I remain the same as I was
Because I lived as best as I could
I did less than I wanted and didn't manage everything
I sang less than I kept silent, understood less than I learned
But so far I haven't become worse and haven't stood on a pedestal
I gave everything to music - it returned half
I think it will give more before I kick the bucket
They whisper behind my back more often than they speak straight
I don't care - I'm stubborn, I'll deal with you too
Why do we create? We speak words, we write sounds
Getting tipsy, weed, someone cuts their wrists
Writing a phrase to hit right where it hurts
We love life and love death, we want to do it all
No problems: what to wear, where to vacation, what to buy
The problem is how to live so as not to be ashamed later
I have the strength to think, for now I haven't drunk myself away
I remain the same as I was...

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I remain the same as I was
Since the last time I saw you
What has changed? Back then I said many things
And then floored the gas and vanished into a dot
What did I find over the year? Nothing
Only daughters became mothers, and mothers became grandmothers
Many grandmothers are gone - there is logic in that
A chain set for eternity cannot be undone
The world can no longer be changed, let alone saved
Ten fingers are still more than enough for me
To count those who, if anything, would catch me
There is not enough air, I suffocate more often
Life isn't sugar yet - maybe it will be sweeter later?
It's unlikely we'll find and lose what we seek
Maybe we write about it in vain, but this is our niche
Listen, and as long as we breathe, I want you not to forget this
I remain the same as I was...

I remain the same as I was
Despite what they told me
How wrong I was to choose this path
Spitting in the face of those who offered profit
And thereby stripping myself of the right to be a scoundrel
I don't rush headlong to kiss others' feet
I don't rush to enter paradise on the backs of others
Better to be alone, to be a stranger and redundant
As long as I don't forget what is barely audible
In the hustle and bustle of the daily path
One cannot help everyone, but someone can be saved
I would like not to stray from the road prematurely
A thought hits my crown: are we with the right people or not
Street vendors sell whatever they can find
Gluttony, lust, a sermon from the mount
I buy my piece while it's still warm
I remain the same as I was...

I remain the same as I was
Because I lived as best as I could
I did less than I wanted and didn't manage everything
I sang less than I kept silent, understood less than I learned
But so far I haven't become worse and haven't stood on a pedestal
I gave everything to music - it returned half
I think it will give more before I kick the bucket
They whisper behind my back more often than they speak straight
I don't care - I'm stubborn, I'll deal with you too
Why do we create? We speak words, we write sounds
Getting tipsy, weed, someone cuts their wrists
Writing a phrase to hit right where it hurts
We love life and love death, we want to do it all
No problems: what to wear, where to vacation, what to buy
The problem is how to live so as not to be ashamed later
I have the strength to think, for now I haven't drunk myself away
I remain the same as I was...
давно не появлялсо на это форуме..и не появлюсь Х_Х

In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war...
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Worn wings and a tattered cloak,
Black, like a raven's feather,
And a greedy executioner of human life.
And everyone knows, it is destined for everyone-
To fall under his blade.
Of course, you all know me,
But don't be afraid and don't cry in vain,
When your time comes, friends.
Although my image is cruel and hateful to you,
You, mortal friend, judge for yourself
About the importance, sometimes the need for me.
Perhaps I will be with you
In that very joyful moment,
Perhaps with sadness and longing,
As you appear in the world.
And maybe I will suddenly appear to you
In those days,
That will be for you
Full of fatherly tenderness, care, and affection.
And some believe
That I
Will come to them in their prime.
But don't rush to entrust me with your fate!
There are superstitions among people,
That I approach more boldly
In that mature time,
When it becomes too difficult for them to live.
But more often I meet
Both brave warriors and gray old men,
And, supporting them by the hand,
I escort them on their last journey.
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Night,
The time of the full moon has come,
The moon reigns in the sky,
And here, in the middle of a dense forest,
We see an ancient path,
Leading to a hill,
Where an idol,
Which embodies the god there,
And is now revered,
And here we see the idol of the god,
Who is the patron of warriors,
Of sacred battles,
Of bloodshed, of strength,
In general, the great lord of all men,
Whose wars are sacred,
And so they came here...
Among them, an old man stands out,
Mighty, he was once a warrior,
They give way to him,
He is a priest,
Behind him, they lead a mighty bull,
Whose strength is unmatched in war,
And the priest,
He raised his hands to the sky and prayed,
And a divine lightning bolt
Struck the ground,
Sacred flame illuminated
The faces of the warriors,
The entire essence of the idol,
And the forest, and the battlefield,
Everything is visible here,
The priest took out from behind his belt
A sacred sword,
Or perhaps a blade,
And, he ordered them to lead the bull,
The bull began to resist,
Because life is very precious to him,
But the power of the god subdued
The majestic beast,
And the one who was just raging
Approached peacefully...
A swing, a blow,
Blood spurted from the wound...
The bull weakened from the blow and collapsed dead...
And the flame consumed him...
And from the forest,
A pair of eyes watched all of this,
That belong to a majestic beast,
But the beast retreated...
Apparently, he saw what
He needed to see...
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...
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Seven angels...

Seven angels behind my back
Whispered to my soul.
And each whispered of a different road,
And of a different fate.

And each whispered of other covenants,
And of other sins.
And it seemed to me that every one of them
Was right in their convictions.

And it seemed to me that this was how it is.
And I accepted their darkness,
Letting envy and flattery into my heart –
I do not hide this…

And the smoke of fury swirled above me,
And greed drove me mad.
Debauchery and drunkenness stole my peace,
While idleness robbed me of sleep.

Other fates, other roads –
None of the seven lied…
I succumbed to temptation, but there is sin even in him
Who thinks he stood firm.

Behind each of us, seven fallen angels
Whisper to the soul of sins.
There are no saints among us, and in our vices
Lucifer will always be right…

(C) Dred

P.S. is it okay to post others' poems if they are beautiful?
Nobody knows who I really am...
I'm just so pretty in my pain...
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Young Generals
Young generals,
Without names or awards.
You came from beyond the Urals,
To cast Russia into hell.
You have been through fire and water.
Hardened in battles,
You brought us freedom
On gleaming swords.
Young generals,
Giving us a dream.
Raising your visor,
Without hesitation, into the void.
Having lost loved ones,
Having lost your love.
You rose from the lowest
To the top, washing the blood from your hands.
Young generals,
Who have lost themselves,
You came from beyond the Urals.
Your prophet has long been crucified.

Please don't be offended,
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Let's consider a different situation,
When, in broad daylight,
Two small figures fight,
Sitting on either side of you,
Here is an angel,
He is beautiful to look at,
He is unmatched in kindness,
But can he truly be perfect?...
And is there not even a small flaw behind him?...
For he may be sinful,
And he may give in,
To the will of the infernal lord,
Who is called the Deceiver...
But here sits a little demon,
He is small and seems very foolish,
But even a demon is not so terrible,
For he too could have committed,
A small act of kindness,
And cease to be a demon...
Although all this is possible,
But many do not believe in redemption
And in the power of temptation...
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...
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Life is beautiful, they say,
Perhaps that is true,
But I can't judge that,
Because ideals are different,
Yes, there is a diversity of names,
Appearances, faces,
And we are given to experience,
Here and there,
Sometimes black,
Sometimes white,
Sometimes red, the color of blood,
Or perhaps, the color of beauty.
Ah, it's a joy to live,
Even just to exist,
But never to retreat,
From the path you have chosen...
Perhaps it will protect you,
From trials, humiliations,
From the cruelty of this world,
Or perhaps you have chosen
A path of harsh beauty,
A path of trials, wars,
And battles for ideals.
Ah, the main thing is not to regret
And not to waste precious time,
But to do something, to improve
What we already have...
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...
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Here is a poem that my friend wrote:)

"To Love or Not to Love?"

Love is a magical land,
Because only in it do they always go
At the same time, a series of misfortunes,
And suddenly, a streak of happiness begins.
Here, joy and simple sadness go hand in hand.
Love and hate are not far away:
It is so easy to suddenly hate the one you love!
Sometimes, relationships become serious,
Others say: "But this is just a game!"
-How can you figure this out?
-Why bother? Let's just fall in love!

Here is such a poem:)


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A poem I wrote during my archaeological practice. I was so heartbroken back then, missing my girlfriend.
Ballad
Long days away from my beloved
Stretch out like years and centuries.
Before leaving, I said: "Keep my
Sword, severed by a black lash."
I cannot return from eternal slavery,
Iron chains have bound my muscles.
I have become the last of the gray brotherhood.
I will sing a song about how we perished:
We fought for a long time in blood up to our knees.
Brothers fell without a cry or a groan.
I heard one word: Treachery!
Someone, painfully familiar, betrayed us.
If I could only get my sword out of its scabbard,
We would have won. But, unfortunately,
The sword was broken, but not destroyed.
Left at home, it is no longer fit for battle.
Chains were thrown around my neck.
Strong steel shackles bound me tightly.
The helmet has long been discarded, and my hair flies freely.
Once fair, now – gray.
A formidable lord tortured me for a long time,
But I did not reveal the secrets of the brotherhood to him.
He did not hear a groan or a cry.
The fearsome executioner with the lash jumped around in vain.
Thrown into a dungeon without a glimmer of light.
Bread and water – food for the body and soul.
The planet will not turn until
I entrust this secret to anyone.
The tyrant's daughter came to me.
Her face could rival the moon in beauty.
She cried for a long time and begged
To reveal the secret and calm her down.
But I remained silent, and she offered
To become my wife, so that I would rule the world.
But, finally, she fell silent too
And the queen of the ether left…
Somewhere in my homeland, you and our son
Are waiting for my return, and the days fly by.
You do not take pride in your marital status.
Years pass, and the son grows up.
Soon he will become a great hero.
My sword will be forged for him by proud dwarves.
My army will stand before him in formation.
The farewell song is so familiar to you.
The dungeon will collapse, yielding to steel.
I will see the light, forgotten for years.
Two armies entered the battle for the secret
And clashed with their shields.
I will take the sword from my son's hand,
I will enter the battle with the king who took freedom.
Fast horses will not carry him away,
He will not escape his sad fate.
The battle is over, the hymns have been sung.
I will see you again, my dear.
I keep no secrets from you.
You know the secret, and I know it too.
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:) Mine... but still unfinished... please don't judge too harshly...
To the pack of wolves.

Your eyes... they are even more beautiful...
I am drowning in them,
As in the abyss of a thousand seas.
They are calmer and more enchanting
Than that very lunar darkness.
Your smile is a play of chance.
It is full of suffering and sorrow.
It will pass, slowly, through the ages,
As long as my soul remains alive.
And your pale skin,
Is as white as marble,
Your features are not so simple;
They remind me
Of cruelty, rigidity,
Coldness and ease...
Yes, the appearance of an unyielding rock.
Not tall, but agile,
Slender and strong,
Judicious, intelligent...
A master of all kinds of tricks.
You can easily take on an animal form:
Transform from a human into a wolf,
Back... again... and again
You take on the form of a human.
Hearing the notes of your voice,
All the packs become agitated
And begin to sing to his music,
Looking at the full moon.



To be continued...:cool:


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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
Nobody knows who I really am...
I'm just so pretty in my pain...
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Worn wings and a cloak,
Black, like a raven's feather,
And a greedy executioner of human life.
And everyone knows, it is the fate of all-
To fall under its blade.
Of course, you all know me,
But do not be afraid and do not cry in vain,
When your time comes, friends.
Although my image is cruel and hateful to you,
You, mortal friend, judge for yourself
About the importance, sometimes the need for me.
Perhaps I will be with you
In that very joyful moment,
Perhaps with sadness and longing,
As you appear in the world.
And maybe I will suddenly appear to you
In those days,
That will be for you
Full of fatherly tenderness, care, and affection.
And some believe,
That I
Will come to him in his prime.
But do not rush to entrust me with your fate!
People have superstitions,
That I approach more boldly
In that mature time,
When it becomes unbearable for them to live.
But more often I meet
Brave warriors and gray-haired old men,
And, supporting them by the hand,
I escort them on their last journey.
:
:) As old as the world,
Not noticing Darkness and Light,
I wander in winter, roam in summer.
I existed during the Old Testament,
And still exist every new day.
Hunted by thousands of hounds
And I bring joy to no one.
I help you to break free from earthly shackles,
But even this news is not a delight for you.


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