narrow wraith
There is been a time since I’ve written this one, but procrastination got the better on me, so it took me a while to translate it (and I don’t think I was able to do it in its complete sense, some of the playing with words got lost, for example). It is the last of a three poem I wrote when was experimenting with a free verse style.
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May heaven, corrupt in its image
Pour over us the reflection of our own weakness
For what remains when our mind and heart betray us, if not ruins?
Acceptance, reaper of passions, walks on the tightrope of death and maturity
Obliges us to face our fairy tails
Not even Dream found himself as a worthy adversary; relentless.
Such as the stars take refuge from the moonlight, or the kings from the accusatory souls
We, both hunter and prey, flee at the sight of distress
Time no longer matters, it never did.
In this everlasting torment, so fleeting
In this hypocritical world, that i love and hate
In this voracious intertwining between what I must and want
In this person, whose rancor and resentment are unspeakable
I give them, for everything and everyone, what I still hold of most precious: my simple smile
For being alive, I will be forever grateful.
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