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The war I: The conflict begins

In the deep well of the past
In the place no one remembers
A low voice said: ‘The dice is cast’
And even now not only my heart trembles
When I hear
These words near...
With this, the war began
A war to last for ones lifespan

And so, all men were called
To do their duty to the King
The swords were drawn, the cannons rolled
And there was none a living thing
Which would stay still
And would not fulfill
What asked was of him
Both tall and small, both fat and slim

Prophets were called to foresee
What kind of end do they expect
But all they said was: ‘what waits for thee
Is nothing else than what you respect’
The King was puzzled
His mind was buzzing
But not enough to make him see
That what awaits, is not the victory

And so, the mighty armies were raised
All from nothing, as it seemed
The King sat on his throne and gazed
‘Oh what an army’ did he deem
But in just a really short time
Some eight weeks... maybe nine
The army was defeated, slaughtered and slain
And it seemed that all the action was in vain

The enemy was massing his own soldiers
To march upon the city
The King felt too much weight upon his shoulders
And left this world in pity
He left with shame
And none the fame
He wanted to get from this war
Did he receive and his family did nor

The army – its defeated remnants
Seeking shelter, fire and bread
Come together with down torn pennants
And only want a place to lay their heads
But not this time
Not the day so fine
As the enemy comes near
And their marching everyone can hear

So, the now defenders,
Draw their swords and swear
That if there’ll be anybody who remembers
And ever visit what remained there
They will not lose
They will refuse
Their lives, but not the reputation
And they will fight against their devastation...

...ir karas tęsiasi...


The war II: The siege

Armies have gathered
The fight will soon begin
The thing that I have feared -
A sword beneath one’s chin
My eyes will see again
No matter now or then
It will set chills upon my spine
Up in the sky, down in a mine

And so the soldiers start to march
From all around, from far above
From deep below, from every marsh
And it seems that it is not enough
As the defense is quick to react
And slay the enemy, remaining intact
They push the attackers back to their holes
And laugh at their painful woes

The attack starts once again
Wave after wave clash the many swords
And once again a lot is slain
But finally, the defense – not only by words
Is victorious and rejoices
The entire place sounds with their voices
For they do not know what awaits
Beyond the walls, a snake remains...

A snake which is not fire
Nor swords, nor mighty mortars
And even not the men’s desire
To attack, to fight, to win the wars
It is the pain
It is the vain
Of being barren from the world
And descending into misty mold

The snake that is called a siege
Descends its teeth upon the town
And although the enemy is within reach
Not far ahead, just a little down
The hill – no one can
Or maybe there’s no man
Who would want to go to there
And face the enemy in his own lair

While the enemy is waiting
The generals are going to discuss
As the soldiers’ morale is quickly fading
They look to find a way out of this fuss
But the snake
Lies awake
And the worried soldiers
See it above their shoulders

Weeks and weeks are passing
With not a thing that happens
But one day, alas! – the enemy is massing
And as the evening darkens
The assault does start
Defenders hit attackers hard
But still the morale fails
And later only someone wails

For there is little who remember
The battle that had been
And how hard did the defenders
How tough, how mean
Fought only for their homes
Where corpses today roam
Where naught but death remains
Where so much blood was spilt in vain...

Your picture

Whether I travel under brightest skies
Or fall into the darkest caves
Your picture will be always in my eyes
In front of sun, above the waves

No matter the riches that I may find
Or the wounds I may receive in fight
Your picture will be always in my mind
You will be my only wealth and might

Whether snow does fall or wind does howl
I will not stop until the end
Your picture will be always in my soul
And I will have no other friend

No matter if we are close or far apart
Or if you ever think of me while I’m away
Your picture will be always in my heart
The way that leads to you – it is my way

And whether pleasure comes or achings spread
Or whatever I may feel
Your picture will be always in my head
The only way for me to heal

Not the place or In memoriem vagantis

‘O Fortuna, velut luna, statu variabilis...’
The Vagants once said.
And at that time it meant something.
But now this meaning is dead.

Oh how do I long for these days,
The days I never saw or will see!
But in many many ways
My heart is living in this world of free...

Free men, free women, and the kids
And the forests, and the rivers and the birds
But alas! I open my eyelids...
And once again I am among those nerds,

Those who care only 'bout themselves
And never look anywhere far away
Who have their lives stocked in little shelves...
This is not the place I want to stay!

Freedom

All I ever hoped for
And my every dream
Is now gone forever
All that remains is fear

Yet something shines in front
A light so bright and pure
It looks like everything I want
A brilliant, majestic cure

I struggle on the way towards it
No obstacle too hard for me to overcome
And finally I’m getting closer and my face is lit
And happiness and joy once again have come

The light of freedom
It shines upon the world
It brings us wisdom
That I could never know or hold

Now I can come out of the cage
Which had enslaved me for so long
And although my face is weary from age
I feel, as never before, strong

Finally my way is clear
No chains there are to prevent me from escaping
For now I don’t have anything to fear
I know how my destiny is shaping

I feel my blood
Boiling, heating, taking over
I have lifted my face from mud
My long lasting struggle is now over.

Transphasary

Phase in
Phase out
One second – here,
Another – in some place far away
A way in
No way out
All the fears
Remain with you forever to stay

People around
Noises outside
Who cares?
You do not belong to this world
Rise from the ground
Look to inside
And dare
To give up all that you hold

A second
Of strife
Eternal
Lasting forever and more
No second
Chance of life
Infernal
Monsters await outside the door

Some live
Some die
Some wander
Between the realms of existance
Just give
Don’t cry
Don’t wonder
You will see light in the distance

Beloved autumn

Finally, it’s autumn again
Leaves are gently falling down to ground
They take away all pain
From me and hide it without any sound

Trees change clothing
Green to yellow, then to red
And then – nothing
But they stand in red and yellow beds

Birds are leaving our lands
In search for better, nicer places
Than those that we created with our hands
Those now covered in hazes

Birds fly away, but I must stay
In this same land, though this is not the reason
Why I have to say
That autumn is my most beloved season

Falcons

Seven stars in the sky
Seven towers below
Seven falcons fly
To the evening glow

Soldiers march from every land
Battles echo to the sky
Vast destruction is at hand
But the falcons always fly

Towers fall and cities crumble
Shots run up high to reach the birds
Still they fly, they never stumble
And reach a land that no one heard

No stars left in the sky
No towers are standing below
Only the falcons fly
To the evening glow

Du broliai

Išjojo du broliai
Vaikytis turtų svetimų
Parjojo namolio
Po metų, kitų

Kiek gi jie matė,
Ką teko patirti kely
Ir ko tik nematė
Kol klajojo vieni?

Išjoję iš kiemo
Palikę gimtus namus
Draugo – nė vieno
Turėjo jie tik save pačius

Klajojo ir vargo
Brovėsi per pelkes, miškus
Pamatė daug vargo
Bet pasiekė išsvajotus turtus

Ko troško, tą gavo
Galėjo jau traukti namo
Bet ne, juos pavydas pagavo
Ir ėmė jie peštis kažko

Kovojo ilgai
Bet suprato – nieko taip nepasieks
Susėdo ramiai
Nusprendė – apie tai te nežino nieks

Sėdo balnuosna
Užkrovė žirgams visą grobį
Patraukė namuosna
Akylai jie saugojo lobį

Ilgai klajojo
Pavargę grįžo prie vartų
Prie jų ir sustojo
Nebuvo, kas juos atvertų

Namai – tušti
Kieme tik šiukšlės bėgioja
Langai – išdaužti
Pro juos vien vėjai lakioja

Suklupo du broliai
Prie gimtųjų namų
Sukniubo į molį
Ant aslos, ant grindų...

Šermenys arba Rekviem

Kaip skaisčiai dega žvakės
Ir kiek margų čia atšvaitų
Tačiau užmerktos mano akys
Jau nebemato tųjų atspindžių

Plačiai išskleidęs savąsias šakas
Už lango vienas auga uosis
Pro šalį eina žmonės – o jam kas?
Jis vienas, niekam jis nepasiguosiąs

Ir medžiui visiškai nerūpi
Kas dedasi kitapus, čia, už lango
Nerūpi, kad ašarų čia liejas upės
Kad kažkas gal mylimo žmogaus neteko

O kambary sau skaisčiai dega žvakės
Ir pilna visokiausių atšvaitų
Bet nuo tų atšvaitų nespindi jokios akys
Ir susirinkusiems nuo jų nėra šviesu

Visi po vieną eina jie prie karsto
Ir kloja puokštes kaip aukas keistas
Ir žiedlapius ant mano kūno barsto
Atskirdami jį nuo pasaulio šia skraiste klaikia

Greit karsto nebeliks tam kambary
Jis bus užkaltas, nuleistas po žeme
Ir liks tik tuštuma kelių žmonių širdy
Ir tik keli dar prisimins kada mane

Ir nebedegs jau skaisčios žvakės
Ir nebeliks ant sienų atšvaitų
Ir mano kadai užmerktos akys
Jau niekad nematys tų atspindžių.

Oi... *snyyyyfff* kad aš taip rašyt mokėčiau... Laiqua, aš myliu tavo eiles *sniff* Oi, o tas ruduo. Niekad nepamiršiu, niekad, precious...

Gražu, labai labai gražu. Tiksliau nepakartojama... *skaito dar ir dar karta*

Oooi, Laiqua Laiqua... Kas gali būti nuostabiau už eiliuojantį elfą?

Na, ką aš žinau, būna ir geresnių dalykų gyvenime

O čia dar vienas mano senokas kūrinėlis... Žiaurus tai žiaurus, bet gal (pa)tiks?


Ode to hatred

Join the zombies, join the dead
Feel blood running from your head
Behold the power of the death
You lose already all your breath

See the victims, see the dead,
Piles of bodies lie ahead
Bend your kneecaps, cry in pain
Know however – it’s in vain

Hear the screaming – here comes death
Can’t you hear it, are you deaf?
All these people run in fear
They all know it – death is near

War is raging, blood runs fast
Rage is winning, once, at last
People dying, people dead
And the rivers all run red

***

Na, juk sakiau, kad baisuma...

Laiqualasse rašė:Na, juk sakiau, kad baisuma...

A man tiesiog krūta, kadangi retai pagaunu tas sudėtingas elfiškas mintis visose tuose eileraščiuose, kuriuos parašo Starlin, Aiquen ir Gilthoniel, tai man kai norisi atsipalaiduoti labai tinka tavo rimai, Laiqualassi.

Laiqua, niu, tu pats žinai, kokią emocijų audrą man vakar sukėlė tas eilėraštis... *Aiquen beviltiškai bando nustoti krizenti* Jėga, į meną gal ir nepretenduoja, bet kartais tokių eilių tiesiog REIKIA sveikatai pataisyti
Aš tamstelės fanė...

Gliukas. ŽV tematika.


The shadow rises in the east

Evil armies marching onward
Will shortly start their putrid feast
But now they still move forward -
The Shadow rises in the east

The City gates no longer gleam
The sun is clouded by the Beast
Which now proclaims with fiendish scream:
The Shadow rises in the east

Every soldier who’s inside
From the most mighty to the least
Know that there is no time to hide –
The Shadow rises in the east

The eyes of many, full of worry
Look over to the shady east
To the Enemy, who knows no sorry
And Shadow rising in the east