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Vampir/ Vampire

"Mein Kinder, kommmen sie zurück.
Komm! Für seinen meister so es Will'."

Und da sein die kinder von beide,
die Landsitzte des Lebenden Töten
Haben sie für Menchen Blüt kommen...
Für seinen Meister. . . Für Herr Schatten Rise!

So sagten die alten Geschichten im Mutterland. . . .
Mit einer ein Wort zu seinen die Kinder tat sei steigen
Gegenüberstellen alles, das sein könnte und Lager unten schändlich
Dennoch sogar mit ihrer Energie, beugen alle zu seiner Hand.

So spracht ihr Seine Wille
"Und Töten zu die Leute bringen!
Macht schnell, macht spaß, macht Sie sterben!
So ich habe gesagt, so es werde sein. . . Geh!
Mein kinder von diese Schatten, Geh und töt!"

Sein Will, tötet und zerstört
--- Der Befehl der Schatten.
Die Umarmung frei gegeben und Todes
Todes bald immer folgen.

"Meine Lieblings. . . Hör mein' Worte'
Alle du siehst. . . alle aus da. . . .
Alles ist unsere Spielzeug!
Aber, meine Wille is über alle!"

So geht aus in die Welt!
Aber verstanden meine Worten!
Und seien Sie bereit zu zahlen
Für irgendeine Überschreitung."

Und so gehen. . . . und so leben,
Und Zwei tausend Jahren später
Die Welt is Hölle, und Herr Schatten?
Er wird gegangen, er gab auf.
Die Welt is Hölle, so er interressiert sich nicht.


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"My children, come back.
Come! For your master wills it so"

And there are the children from both
The manors of living death
They have come for the blood of men
For their master. . . For Mr. Shadows Rise!

So say the old tales from the motherland
With a word to his children they rise
Facing all that could be, and bearing down viciously.
Yet even with their Power, all bow to his Hand.

So he speaks his will
"And bring death to the people!
Go fast, Go with fun, bring death!
So I have said, so it will be. . . Go!
My children of these shadows, go and kill!"

His will, kill and destroy
--- The will of the shadows
The embrace given freely, and death
Death always soon follows

So go out into the world
But understand my words!
And be ready to pay
For any transgression

And so go . . .. and so live
And two thousand years later
The world is hell,and Mr. Shadows?
He has gone, and given up
The world is hell, so doesn't care.

Author notes


Oh, critical reviews only on the German half,

Be honest eh?

    I plan to revise this poem: please leave constructive criticism!
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Comments

  • Utopian Evolution
    November 17, 2008

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    Dear emonos,

    This piece reminds me of how much I missed reading your entries to this immortal, literary/poetic world of ours. I must say, I wish I knew the German language so that I could somewhat give you a critical review, but I do not.

    It reminds me a little bit of Bram Stoker's Dracula, and yet you've made it your own. Still have it my friend.

    I wish I could be a little more informative, but when it comes to your writing, I'm kinda bias ... that, and I miss it so. Thanks for this piece my friend.

    Oh ... and if you haven't noticed, this is your old dear friend, Gabriel ...

    ta-ta,

    G.


    • Emonquente
      November 22, 2008
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      *chuckles* You are quite biased my friend, quite so indeed, as the English version is absolute crap. Direct translations just don't sound good, especially not in poetry! ^.^ Still, I'm glad I made the translation, because at least you get a feel for what it is. I do hope you at least tried to feel the rhythm of it in German, because that feel is what is lacking in English. Then content is fine, I'll even settle with its simplicity, it just doesn't read like I want it to, and I'm still working on a good English -version- rather than translation.

      I'll be sure to let you know if I get it down.

      And pleasure to see you my metamorphose friend.

      Ta-ta,
      Emonquente.

      P.s.

      Do you know how long it's been since I have been called Emonos? *chuckles*