Hope of Love & The Lone Warrior

Venho neste meu tópico declamar dois poemas, que tenha no meu "diário". É um diário entitulado "Diary of a Lone Warrior", que só tem poemas com algumas das minhas vivências.

Aqui vai o primeiro poema The Lone Warrior, que resume o que eu sou, ou o que sempre me achei ser. (Atenção: Já é velhinho, tinha 14 anos)

The Lone Warrior

In his mind,
The Earth Clashes, the seas collide.
It has been a while...
It has been a while ever since...
The days have dawned,
The waters refreshened,
The tears have dropped.
Loneliness is what overcomes the being.

He lives for the Sword,
For the Broken and Shattered Dreams caused by his Blade.
It can be tried, but no word
Seems to affect those in his land,
The words of the unspoken truth.
Few have been the times when he's been led on
By dreams and deceptions,
Led to be the one to be shattered.

The kings of old watch his moves,
They yearn for his conquer of the throne.
Castles, towers and walls are brought down
With one sole purpose...
Destruction.
Destruction is what causes the hearts to fade,
The feelings to vanish.
It is out of impulsion,
But nonetheless, it destroys,
It consumes souls within range.
It is an harsh façade,
Which cannot be hidden by the woods.

It is destruction and misconception
That makes the world vanish.
It is what he does,
Destroys the worlds and tears down the feelings,
Making Desperation everyone's last chance.
It is then why...
Loneliness appears.
Conceptions of unforgivable sins,
Of unforgivable and misleading truths.
It is him who has sinned,
But it is him who wields the power of the Divine.

The Invisible shall never be left behind;
For they are his guardians in the times of need,
His guardians for life.
His heart is covered by a veil,
And this veil makes it feel nothing.
Destruction it causes, yet, no remorse.
He wants no more than wanting
The things to get back on course...
But the Sword is too Sharpened,
The Beast too Strong,
The Will too Forceful.

~NelspikeTX
25/01/2005

(sim, na minha data de aniversário =P)

Aqui vem outro, chamado Hope of Love. Na altura, encontrava-me em baixo nestes assuntos, mas sabia que haveria alguém por aí algures que fosse a minha metade.. Escrevi isto para essa pessoa, quem quer que seja, onde quer que esteja..

Hope of Love

Give me your hand,
Pull me out of Darkness
Make the vain and greed of Gods vanish,
Make things purely roll into happiness and desire..
Because I will not live for the sword any longer.

For you're here,
No more ghosts or shadows...
No more actions will be severe,
No more lies and hollows...
Because it all fades,
It all falls,
For we are destined,
Nothing else to be desired..

You fill me with hope
In this time of despair..
The time where the Satanity itself
Wants to make the world vanish...
Your light though,
Guides me through the shadows,
With the light beam of your hope.
I shall not fail you,
I will crush Him.

I love you, until the end of time.
Amen.

~NelspikeTX
(A data ainda vou confirmar, tenho de encontrar o meu diário mesmo. Só nao me apetece ir buscar agora, depois edito)

E como podem ver, na minha assinatura, aquele mini-poema é a introdução ao "diário". ^^

Como conseguiste aos 14 anos escrever aquilo tudo em inglês ? 

Eu a Inglês nunca tive grandes problemas. ^^ Saiu-me simplesmente.. Queria relatar tudo aquilo que eu era, e consegui. ^^

Estou pasmadinha  Parabéns 
Ainda falaste do meu -.-'

Eu a Inglês nunca tive grandes problemas. ^^ Saiu-me simplesmente.. Queria relatar tudo aquilo que eu era, e consegui. ^^

Lamento,  mas praticamente não sei inglês...

Eras capaz de os traduzir, porque só tu consegues dar á tradução o sentimento de que impregnaste os poemas?!,,,

Eu também gostava de os ler em Português.. Cumprimentos

Oupa, trabalha 
Há umas partes que também nao percebi muto bem