yksisiipi
27.9.2002, 11:21:04
Tässäpä ensimmäinen koskaan kirjoittamani runo. Sen kirjoitin 10.11 viime vuonna, ja siitä saamani palautteen ansiosta alkoi runoharrastukseni. Nyt jälkeenpäinkin luettaessa tämä miellyttää minua, vaikka kieli onkin enkku. Enää en muista mistä inspiraationi sain, mutta saattoipi olla Cradle of Filthin kappaleen "A Dream of the Wolves in the Falling Snow" ansiota.
Cry of the Wolves
When it's midnight
and fullmoon arrives
screams echoes in the dark woods
it's the cry of the wolves
Lonely wolf singing his serenade
waiting for beauty to come
but no one answers
to the cry of the lonely wolf
Wolf so lonely begin to shed his tears
never he have been loved
only afraided and hated
the cry of the lonely wolf
Now it's time to last journey
journey to death
Time to leave behind misery
Never could beast have his beauty
He is doomed in eternal loneliness
and darkness
Path of wolf is to die by hunters arrow
(or eaten by hunger of other wolf)
So wanders he in the icy field
far from dark woods, his home
but freezing snowfall
has taken all his powers
Wolf sad and lonely lies
dead
at this snowy field
Cry of the Wolves
When it's midnight
and fullmoon arrives
screams echoes in the dark woods
it's the cry of the wolves
Lonely wolf singing his serenade
waiting for beauty to come
but no one answers
to the cry of the lonely wolf
Wolf so lonely begin to shed his tears
never he have been loved
only afraided and hated
the cry of the lonely wolf
Now it's time to last journey
journey to death
Time to leave behind misery
Never could beast have his beauty
He is doomed in eternal loneliness
and darkness
Path of wolf is to die by hunters arrow
(or eaten by hunger of other wolf)
So wanders he in the icy field
far from dark woods, his home
but freezing snowfall
has taken all his powers
Wolf sad and lonely lies
dead
at this snowy field