Legion of the Righteous Ones... (V.)

autor:: Miroslav Kizák

rubrika:: poezia

Pt.22. - Spiralheart (history)

Twisting, swirling, hurling towards the infinity, crooked and complicated are its endless ways,
creating new wonderful things, swallowing those too old, it’s a constant frame, as the wiseman says,
almost all objects in universe are under the uncompromising rule of time, both good and evil in one and the same piece,
what’s said and done, this divine can predict or foresee, the clairvoyant’s self and clever head,
empires and countless kingdoms fell into ruin or ashes, were created or reborn, that’s one law of cruel life,
a stream of surprising events, great deeds, heroism and treacheries, alliances sworn and cut, of war and peace,
a path very tough, rough, interestingly coloured, worth exploring, there’s no end even for the dead,
many eons have passed like the stones in rushing river, seen the fullmoons, nights and sunny days, husbands and wives,
now embodies a form of a mortal, a dominant warrior never going astray, don’t worry,
a secret dragonforce comes to aid the Light, the Spiralheart derails, destroys the enemies in recent flow of history.

Pt.23. - Greenheart (trees & nature)

In the middle of a dryad forest the nightingales the dulcet madrigals sing of sincere joy,
the spirits of all woods came to a summit of the trees, or at least sent their viceroys,
grizzlies awake after a long chilling winter and drum to invite other animals here,
wolves so wise write books and almagests, howl as the fullmoon approaches, in the midst of green plains,
eagles fly feely on the sky, gracefully spreading their wings, a majesty of heavens,
falcons safeguard the nature, some kind of a rapid security force, the friends of the air like ever ere,
owls just turn their heads, always thinkin’ of somethin’, sitting on a branch, with burning brain,
squirrels happily jump, every few seconds do a bit to a nut, but halt, a danger, darkness sneaks, croaking are the ravens,
the life forces of the greens have to unite in one to defend against such sudden and ill strike,
the Greenheart from nature calls, arms itself and protects the earth and the innocent with millions of spikes.

Pt.24. - Bloodheart (core, blood, hot & cold)

Alive or dead, of flesh and bones or of rock and steel, everything has its innermost power parts,
where all begins and ends, proudly stands and painfully falls, a wonder, a heart,
the drummer pumps continuously a strange arcane liquid through the pipes called veins and arteries,
the core of almost nuclear energy source, vast in its great importance,
the starting line of life for all beings that are moving and by the birth they cry,
the spring of blood, the red river determining the existence, impeccably dictating the pace, an oracle in colours of a strawberry,
four magic chambers it has, like a diamond gives your body the necessary flame, a glowing glance,
the time passing doesn’t disturb the harmonic beat, heating, freezing, wet and dry,
the red fierce cold-blooded fighter, gore and violence aren’t strange to him, but can control the emotions,
the Bloodheart uses his wrath only when needed, and then, unperturbed, turns it to massive of the enemies distortion.

Pt.25. - Moonheart (stargazers & dreamers, dreams are important)

Once upon a time, I decided to compose this poetic rhyme, in a blaze of fresh thoughts,
shining pearls from an ocean of the errant souls, exploring infinity forever with all what it brought and caught,
white glimmering stars, lightening the dark heaven, the night of adventures awaits, come, don’t fear,
the quest for glory he’s eager to fulfill, on the journey to hell and back again will go,
imagines an adamant armor, another two arms, into all four wishes a frighteningly-sharp longswords, war cold-warm,
marches towards the forty thousand men to join them, give everything from the inside for the good of the dear,
knowing what can happen, still a bit uncertain dices of doom were thrown, hope that die will the foe,
the image of sweet home fades away in the fever of conflict against the Death’s swarms,
he remains a stargazer, power of dreams be almost almighty, rises the mood, mind in silence,
the Moonheart in a shadow of war stays the same, Life cannot be derailed by reckless violence.

Pt.26. - Fireheart (temper, burning)

Lava flows in between the rocks, a glowing heat wave breathin’ from the hot heart of the mountain,
an in-plasma-encrypted message from the core of the earth, a magmatic prophecies’ fountain,
a blazing river with enough power anything to melt, even the materials hardest and the most resistant,
a flaming diver springing from the inner spheres, clearing its way, cleansing of dirt, crawling through the bushes,
the temperature is rising exponentially, even this half-liquid has a mystic soul, a spirit of the new dawn,
a burst of pure primordial energy spouting from a deep black pit, the orange lightbeam combatant,
living in freedom, ‘cause when he has to, goes and fights, the temper makes him always arise from the ashes,
guides the fiery whip in the right possession, the fighter with heart and burning zeal, never down,
this will be a good help in the efforts of the Earth unit, one of the biggest forces of hell turned against the fiends,
the Fireheart comes to change the fortune for the Light, the Venoms will die in newborn stygian fields.

napísanísané:: 10.3.2007

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