Satan's Crow
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I wrote this poem earlier in honor of Lord Beelzebub, and now I've edited it a bit and wanted to share it with you. I wanted to rename it "Dream".
Dream
Darken your skies, Zeus,
Smoky clouds; shining stars,
Let it shine on their faces, again in this dream.
Perhaps these voices are coming from a man in his reality, who does not know you,
Where is the law of justice?
Where is protection and bliss in the nation?
Where is property-protection externally?
Where is the sharî'ah before us?
If star comes fame-i pervas.
He would surely present imagination.
He would not be capable of the prosperity of the homeland.
If he had given permission for its reconquest...
Is heaven in your eyes or in your hair,
Or is it in this endless dream?
It's not over, it's not over,
Those who see all this are silent,
To compare you to a summer's day?
You are so much bigger, so much friendlier, so much warmer:
Fresh buds are braided by harsh winds,
The duration of a summer on earth is short:
The eye of the sky shines, hot enough to burn,
And often the gilding of judgment falls from his face;
Every king will sooner or later be deprived of greatness,
By fate or the corruption of being;
But your immortal summer will never fade,
Your beauty will never fade, it will never disappear.
Death can't show off because you're in its shadow
In these immortal lines while you transcend the ages:
And in my undying loyalty,
People need to breathe, eyes need to see,
As long as I live, my poetry gives me life too.
No, there is more danger and tenderness hidden in this dream than in their twenty swords! Just see it!
It will protect me against their enmity.
"Forward, O sons of citizen fathers,
Men of glorious Sparta!
Someday someone will remember us.''
In these immortal lines while you transcend the ages:
And in my undying loyalty,
People need to breathe, eyes need to see,
As long as I live, my poetry gives me life too.
Dream
Darken your skies, Zeus,
Smoky clouds; shining stars,
Let it shine on their faces, again in this dream.
Perhaps these voices are coming from a man in his reality, who does not know you,
Where is the law of justice?
Where is protection and bliss in the nation?
Where is property-protection externally?
Where is the sharî'ah before us?
If star comes fame-i pervas.
He would surely present imagination.
He would not be capable of the prosperity of the homeland.
If he had given permission for its reconquest...
Is heaven in your eyes or in your hair,
Or is it in this endless dream?
It's not over, it's not over,
Those who see all this are silent,
To compare you to a summer's day?
You are so much bigger, so much friendlier, so much warmer:
Fresh buds are braided by harsh winds,
The duration of a summer on earth is short:
The eye of the sky shines, hot enough to burn,
And often the gilding of judgment falls from his face;
Every king will sooner or later be deprived of greatness,
By fate or the corruption of being;
But your immortal summer will never fade,
Your beauty will never fade, it will never disappear.
Death can't show off because you're in its shadow
In these immortal lines while you transcend the ages:
And in my undying loyalty,
People need to breathe, eyes need to see,
As long as I live, my poetry gives me life too.
No, there is more danger and tenderness hidden in this dream than in their twenty swords! Just see it!
It will protect me against their enmity.
"Forward, O sons of citizen fathers,
Men of glorious Sparta!
Someday someone will remember us.''
In these immortal lines while you transcend the ages:
And in my undying loyalty,
People need to breathe, eyes need to see,
As long as I live, my poetry gives me life too.
