(this is an interpretation of a poem by
DemonLillyAnn; the original is on
http://www.stihi.ru/2005/01/14-196)
And yet again the fires spring to life,
Their flames gnaw at the world of no salvation.
A comet’s tail, like a slicing knife,
Sheds blood and tears for our own creation.
A hundred rivers flowing over naught;
The day and night are equal at this hour.
This madness doesn’t let escape a thought,
Just howls of men who beg their God for power.
And yet again the fires start to burn,
And yet again the flames are getting tougher.
Our feeling are the same – we love and scorn,
And thoughtless deeds condemn our kin to suffer…
And yet again... to DemonLillyAnn
© Copyright: Шуйский, 2005
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