The Wanderer

Oh, Wanderer, my vagabond of Heaven,
The guest of million wonder worlds;
And places, where no one has ever
Been; both bliss and death towards.

Your pry ones played a low-down trick with you,
And spatiating through the looking glass,
You found an exit from the endless mazes queue
Just fortuitously — or madness otherwise...

Odysseus’s tripmate you turned out,
Ignoring danger, death and sticky fear,
And stole a secret book without doubt
From hidden temple sanctuary, oh dear!..

Accepting image of infernal beast,
Got down to hell, percieving awful moments,
And gathering your mighty will in feast,
You saved your friends from everlasting torments...

And torn between the Darkness and the Light;
You were the bosom friend of God and Devil.
And never took one side in astral fight —
A splinter to the worlds of Good and Evil.

The damn to host of Angels; Demons nation;
To my surprise, God calls you "son".
From one of your amazing incarnations,
Your greatest Spirit leads you to the other one...

The Father to all people on the Earth,
Disgraced Demiurge fallen to the matter.
Got used to death, and conscious of life’s worth,
But rebel spirit couldn’t accept it better.

One of your incarnations Krishna was,
You decimated demons with deep wildness,
And other gods couldn’t humble with the loss,
When your burned up to ashes World of Darkness…

Slavs venerated you as god of thunderbolt,
I couldn’t except the Dark you kept inside, —
For love you perpetrate inward revolt! —
And I’m again with you as faithful wife.

We were so happy, when malicious humans,
Accusing us in their misfortune part
Burned up our house, trusting rumors. —
We luckily saved to find ourselves apart.

You were the Tatar Khan and raided Russia,
The Darkness ruled inside your crazy mind.
The bloody Hord burnt settlements to ashes,
The mountains of corpses left inside.

But most I mind Ares reincarnation,
And Romans called you Mars, the god of war.
We met at battlefield, amazing nations,
We fought three days and nights. And the reward

For my defeat must have been death,
But these were heady honey kisses,
I recognized your passion, all its depth,
You tore Athena’s mind in mirror pieces…

My Wanderer, you are my love and pain,
My Heaven’s gift, and sometimes my disaster.
I’m your Assol and you’re my Arthur Grey,
Your Scarlet Sail I will be waiting faster.

I am your Margaret, and you are my Master,
Without you my living has no sense.
Ink of my life and love is pouring faster
Upon the manuscript essence.

You’re my Romeo, I’m your Juliette, dear.
The Dark cannot apart us evermore,
I’ll drink a bottle of poison with no fear,
And in the next life I will ask for more.

You’re my immortal Edward, I’m your Bella,
We’ll be together, while the universe exists.
And our daughter, sacred love’s Capella,
Will change the minds of both mankind and beasts.

Your spirit is of Samurai and Warrior as well,
In war art there’s no equal to your skill.
You are unique from Heaven and to Hell.
The Master of my heart, my mind and will!


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