Fury

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In a dim hour of Dusk

the stroke of furies broke afar.

Once chained by the strength of winds,

with intense yearning Steed restrained,

this instant was the victim of the dark.

 

Led by a blind faith,

greed of a flame and pride,

shameless; wishing for the brake of Dawn —

he was summoned by a false sky

into Twilight:

Where smoking wraiths sway,

where the lightning of sin strikes aloud,

where temperance is gone and wisdom fades,

where the hope even in dreams cannot be found.

There came the horned emperor,

on the wings of evil beings.

 

The regime of Underheaven keeps world’s lies

poisoning the soul of the Earth child.

Strews turmoil, pain, fear and war…

Until Death takes home

tormented core of the mankind.

 

But the Death is not there, in the fright horizon —

she seeks serenity, peace and Eden.

Yearns for pure mind and a Beginning in the End.

She — the queen with no judgment, the sister of Life,

this night was deterred by thunder.

Electric needles falling on the entrance;

she can’t get near the breaking being,

so calls for help the eternal kin:

“Father — transcendent peace, Endless Love!

Dear brother — short-lived idyll tortured by darkness,

enlightened by mind!

Seize the unseenable dusk,

obliterate dark and darnel!

Let us offer serenity and paradise!”

The answer fell carried by winds of silence;

two speak as one:

“The trial stays with he who pursues

our scopes before time.”

 

Verdict echoes with truth. The battle lasts now.

 

Shimmering seeker of the Universe

strikes the bottom with hooves.

 

With a force of furious despair,

maelstrom of sharp crest,

with weapons of dreams,

colors of fugacious spring —

the massive Steed shields.

 

Whirlpool of evil — masked with mirrors.

 

With rage of fury,

bursting jolt,

burning current,

with loathing terror-woven —

hails the ghastly collapse.

 

Over the meadow of the Mythical Steed,

a Star has now ceased…

 

…in the midst of Heavens It beholds:

Where smoking wraiths sway,

where the lightning of sin strikes aloud,

where temperance is gone and wisdom fades,

where the hope even in dreams cannot be found…

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Hopelessness (Cosmic Steed)

Photo taken from Phot Photo Photo From: fineartamerica.com; made by Dave Bowman.

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Over there, at the bottom of a Star

The Eyes have hidden a secret.

Answer fell with a gleam of the night.

My pinnacle is farther still, I cannot see its end in front of me;

If I had Wings I would know the way back.

 

Sunset in a Red Cave isn’t capable of imagining.

Sparks of Universe at the bottom of the ocean. Hard catch.

Caped failure and judgment. The world is too small for us;

to hide a secret is hard. No one can do that beside the Eyes and a hair.

 

Tails are smacking the dots in flight,

vapor is coming out of me.

Hooves are breaking the stone,

yet the water is rigid, piercing the skin.

The Yellow Moon sings with a whisper,

I’m neighing along with its voice.

Twisted horn sends a thought of home to the wind:

Lend me a safe journey at least.

With Heaven’s Wings I’m swimming on dry land.

Such is my destiny. I remain forever a Steed.

Without Feathers. The one who cries a Cosmic war.

The one who doesn’t bleed.

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