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Herättää -lta Hurjasti [Call of the Wild]
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Herättää -lta Hurjasti [Call of the Wild] |
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Reinkaos New Member
since 2006-07-24
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I decided to make the poem more unique by incorporating transitions between English and Finnish. I hope you enjoy. I can post translations if they are requested. ======================== ======================== The harvest moon sweeps the night with dim golden light. The fall of night usurps the grace of day once so bright. Thou shalt not forget thy teachings, "Haud salus est solvo." Qemetial, Belial, Othiel Open the gates, and lead the damned back to Hell Viha , hävitys... is this the way it must end? Many centuries passed, but will they see the evil that men do - the unassailable hypocrisy? Were only human - am I one with the extortionate? Himmeys anastaa aste -lta elinikäinen. The hour turns, madness strikes I hear the cries of night I heed the call of the wild An exile - one not bound for world of man We are the noble - the proud We respect the order of life and the beauty of the land It is something they will not understand Evil is not created or destroyed. This sinister force exists for personal gain, no matter the cost All becomes nothing - everything is lost, or so it seems Im stand here, "is this one obscure dream?" Where do we draw the line? Is innocence impossible to define? Im standing in the pouring rain, I call upon the mist to wash my sins away The final hour turns, and madness strikes I hear the cries of night You can live your life as you will for I have my own destiny to fulfill I heed the call of the wild Ainoa avulla Hoivata äidin tavoin Gaia |
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stargal Senior Member
since 2006-03-06
Posts 1352OR USA |
Hey Reinkaos, WeLcOmE to piptalk! I hope you enjoy your stay with us, it’s always nice to see a new face around here  Great poem, btw! I like how you put a touch of Finnish in this, it makes the poem unique in various ways, makes us remember were not the only ones who write poetry! Lol "Where do we draw the line? Is innocence impossible to define? Im standing in the pouring rain, I call upon the mist to wash my sins away" I loved this stanza a lot, mostly the part where you ask if innocence is impossible to define. That part made me start thinking, how do you define innocence? Lots of times we use children to define it but when you think about it they are just as guilty as adults? It's something I'll have to give more thought too... Thanks for sharing, I hope to read more from you in the near future! @-->--- |
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