Nun habe ich mcih mal daran gewagt eines der Fünf-Minuten-Gedichte, die ich manchmal schreibe, etwas weiter auszuführen. Ich habe auch dafür gesorgt, dass es einige Mainstream-Reime beinhaltet, weil das ja anscheinend mehr bei der Öffentlichkeit ankommt.
White sparkling drops from an old tree,
Dripping on a sacred field,
There is nothing more to see,
Just me with the tutelary shield,
Holding it upwards,
To save ones hearts,
To rpotect the world.
Strange fellons at the gateway,
Followed by the reckless signs,
Of cold and vanished grey,
With nothing on their minds,
They scream for me,
Can it really be,
To protect nothing.
Sad eyes in the afternoon,
Chased by an old curse,
There is only the moon,
And the man with the lures,
Holding them tight,
With all his might,
To protect the mind.
Witty old men from the sea,
Pointing at the others,
Too angry to flee,
Showing black colours,
Crying for bloody battles,
Between the sword's rattles,
To protect the ships.
Bloodrush for the maggots,
Quivering in endless pain,
Destroyed by the gods,
Left in the blue rain,
Howling at a bright moon,
It will end soon,
To protect the status.
Insane demon of the tidal wave,
Crushing on the bare shore,
No one would be the brave,
When it will cry for more,
Howling at the wild crowds,
Like thousand rain clouds,
To protect the sea.
Der Nerowinger
White sparkling drops from an old tree,
Dripping on a sacred field,
There is nothing more to see,
Just me with the tutelary shield,
Holding it upwards,
To save ones hearts,
To rpotect the world.
Strange fellons at the gateway,
Followed by the reckless signs,
Of cold and vanished grey,
With nothing on their minds,
They scream for me,
Can it really be,
To protect nothing.
Sad eyes in the afternoon,
Chased by an old curse,
There is only the moon,
And the man with the lures,
Holding them tight,
With all his might,
To protect the mind.
Witty old men from the sea,
Pointing at the others,
Too angry to flee,
Showing black colours,
Crying for bloody battles,
Between the sword's rattles,
To protect the ships.
Bloodrush for the maggots,
Quivering in endless pain,
Destroyed by the gods,
Left in the blue rain,
Howling at a bright moon,
It will end soon,
To protect the status.
Insane demon of the tidal wave,
Crushing on the bare shore,
No one would be the brave,
When it will cry for more,
Howling at the wild crowds,
Like thousand rain clouds,
To protect the sea.
Der Nerowinger