Dawn of glory

Comme promis, voici quelque créations de ma part, celle-ci est un poème en Anglais improvisé à l'occasion d'un concours dans mon ancienne alliance de l'univers 23.

Mon pseudo y était: The Hunter.

Citation :

Here at the end of all things,
Here, where soldiers have broken up their wings,

I'm sitting on the cool shade of a tree,
Guessing the ending of this conspiracy,

I've seen so much pain,
Tears are as common as the rain,

Children's eyes are empty,
'Cause nothing here worth to be see,

Their gazes are tearing your heart into shreds,
No wonder, they're the ghosts of your deads,

You realize how slimmy you have been,
You feel so stupid on this scene,

But you're the toy of your own brain,
Following the rails like a train,

You're the son of lust,
Your blood as turned into dust,

Embodying the worse disease,
Humans might have been, but nature is,

You scrawl down like a worm,
All of your race are a storm,

Twilight has come down,
Now you can move on your own,

Enjoy the fleeting fruit on your hand,
'Cause countdown is reaching its end,

The disastrous flood of human is dry,
Everybody knows that it's time to cry,

You have to pay off the bill,
No way to escape, there is the deal,

Dawn of glory,
Where Humans are facing their weaknesses,
Time to be,
There is the end of all races,

Honnor of the forsakens,
The dark march of shadows,
Absorbing every rainbows,
You see the evil and it dampens,

All your hopes,
The king of your nightmares,
Hunter is back, welcome the cursed bell,
There's no choice,

Dawn of glory,
to end the ceaseless fight,
to submit to the ray of black light,
Fear my army,

As I can read in you,
No way to beg for mercy,
No one to talk to,
Hear the swift sound of the blade as you go down on your knee,

Call me The Hunter,
When it's time to surrender,

The final Redeemer...