"Записки Безымянного [поэзия]" - читать интересную книгу автора (Лайтбрингер Тимонг)

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When one is set in own path He will escape all crowd's mass, And will be ready for the fight With own demons of the blight. He will prevail after all, But pay a costly, dire toll, That toll will be his former life ... He shall destroy it in the strife. The flame of heart may break one's night, The flame of heart destroys the blight, The flame of heart is endless fire, The flame of heart is your desire. My word is blade and song is shield, And I'm still fighting on the field In some eternal, endless war ... That fight is fierce - but what for ? I cannot flee, I cannot run, My armor glistens under sun, And blood now feeds the earth below ... I am, like others, one in row. My throat is dry, my thoughts all spin, And hope to end the fight is thin, It won't extinguish by itself - For I am fighting with myself. My mind is helmet for the head, My heart is armor in the red, And as the drops of blood now burn That heart is ready for its turn. My heart is afire, engulfed in flame, My heart is afire - and yet just the same, My heart is afire wherever I go, My heart is afire - and let it be so.