Рецензия на «Фея огня» (Olen)

Fairy of fire

Lake between mountains is lunar-green...
splashburst... from the depths of the lake
Virgins emerge... they float by runes
in waves - from the host of undines ...

Their graceful hands were plaited by net
they take out something from waters...
Is whispering... they're amazed of a find
as if the sky dome fell down...

As if the unreal became alive this night,
the flame had stuck in deep water...
Reflections of lake multiply the last life...
I'm awoken up... not slumbered...

Night.. divine Miracle with the pearl skin...
from stellar eyes is turquoise ...
In viscous twilight splashed anxiety lightning
it's looking inside... through my eyes...

Lake captivation - the leaden jewelry -
it's payment for your sinful love.
I know, Princess, that you're innocent -
through veins is thrilling rubies of blood...

It's not emerald... it's purple dawn
in frozen crystals... as power,
pierced your skin, burns unrequited-
it's scarlet colour... like flowers...

Sight of its eyes.. stings as ice-floe
it slides into soul... I'm fineding apart
But, spark of love... to Undines told
I'll kindle the fire - inside of the heart...

In grotto granite... leave me - till midnight,
the golden-hair virgin,
To weaken Lake hoops... by the light
I'll call - the spirit of fire... tonight...

Flame was quivering... in thrill of Sphere
it's melted the sinful black night...
Takes inspiration from the fiery chalice
the daughter of lake in a height...

Drink and remember - about that night
in shining moonlight of midnight...
You've splashed in the Lake of Uralsk
extinguished the fire of your divine life...

Through the bonfire - and to lover's embrace
you've jumped... but, cooled down a kiss
like sparks flickers... in magic blue lake
spilled down refractions of flow...

By fiery ale... I'll heat at this night
the ice of your frozen soul...
It's ingrown in Lake and sleeping tonight
but, I'll sing - the song of love glow...

Ultramarine trails are ringing afar
with echo of Angels - I'll pass
In Sky above Lake... rhinestones of stars
I'll embroid your troubles...at last...

And at Dawn... with wounded soul,
but, spirit is strong, as before,
will rise into Sky... like flame of coral
Fairy of fire... with breathe of love glow...

Луиза Алиса   28.10.2020 17:28   •   Заявить о нарушении