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  • Автор: Robbing Good
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Это стихотворение обречено быть малопонятным сразу по трём причинам. Во-первых – языковой барьер; во-вторых, оно основано на и посвящено видеоигре (не самый популярный жанр среди аудитории форума); а в-третьих, исчерпывающее объяснение его контекста и посыла потребовало бы справки объёмом в несколько печатных листов. Но – чем чёрт не шутит, вдруг кому-то придётся по нраву.

The Gates of Denerim

It has come to an end:
We are making our stand,
Whether able or not to prevail.
It may well be in vain,
But I’d do it again;
Please don’t think less of me if I fail.

We have carried our grief,
But we had to believe
In our chances of turning the tide.
It may all be for naught,
But I know why we fought,
And I’d wish no one else by my side.

For the fame of the Grey,
So that those who will stay
Would not suffer the curse of the Blight!..
It may not come to pass,
But you stood here with us,
And this is how I know it was right.

Отредактировано Robbing Good (25.06.2019 18:27)

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It may well be in vain,
But I’d do it again.

Что же тут непонятного? )) Это как у Пушкина "А.М.D. своею кровью начертал он на щите".
Пусть мне почти ничего неизвестно о Dragon Age, кроме того, что это BioWare (а значит, хорошая графика и сюжет), но главное-то во всех мирах одно и то же, как в "четырёх сюжетах" Борхеса.
Спасибо за стихотворение.

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Чтобы не плодить лишние темы, цикл продолжится здесь – благо его объединяет и тематика, и источник вдохновения, и все те трудности восприятия, что упомянуты выше.

The Nightingale

– O nightingale, nightingale, where are you from,
What manner of fabulous land?
– My home is around; it’s wherever I roam,
The sky has no limit, no end.

– O nightingale, nightingale, what have you seen;
What deeds are spun into your tale?
– I’ve seen good, and evil, and all in between;
Don’t ask where I stand on this scale.

– O nightingale, nightingale, what is your quest;
What animates one in your shoes?
– I searched for my place, put my faith to the test,
And found it – but only to lose.

– O nightingale, nightingale, what is your song;
This tune, that sounds time and again?
– I sing of the two, who were meant to be one,
And one, that is now split in twain.

– O nightingale, nightingale, what have you done
To strew your path so with deceased?
– I did what I had to for wars to be won –
I want to believe it, at least.

– O nightingale, nightingale, why do you stay;
What is there worth staying for?
– My duty still calls, and I hear and obey
Until I am needed no more.

– O nightingale, nightingale, where will you fly
The day you are finally free?
– I will disappear without saying goodbye
And soar one last time to the limitless sky;
The rest belongs only to me.

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Своего рода поэтический аккомпанемент к "Когда звонит колокол". Здесь нет "слабых, но до чего же важных токов" (с), зато боевые барабаны точно есть.

March of the Scarlet Sleeves

Halberds high – here they come!
End is nigh – but only for some!
Charge as ram, push to the last –
We’ll see them biting the dust!

Side by side we march!
All as one we charge!
Hear the drum rumble,
Let the wimps grumble!

Last resort of the lords,
Feast for wolves, grease for swords,
Blood and steel – plenty of each!
Scarlet Sleeves – into the breach!

Halberds low – brace for the clash!
Nice and slow – parry and slash!
Scarlet grunts don’t ever wince –
Hack these cunts ‘till they are mince!

Once the work is done,
There is time for fun!
Hear the bell thunder –
Pillage, burn, plunder!

Last resort of the lords,
Feast for wolves, grease for swords,
Blood and steel – plenty of each!
Scarlet Sleeves – into the breach!

Heed the course, day after day,
Marching forth, earning our pay.
Fighting’s ceased – riches ahead!
Fight and feast, ‘till we are dead!

Grab the jar and pour!
Bottoms up – one more!
Hear the mugs clatter –
Let the skulls shatter!

Last resort of the lords,
Feast for wolves, grease for swords,
Blood and steel – plenty of each!
Scarlet Sleeves – into the breach!

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Oh, you wouldn’t believe us, the tales we could tell
That would make your flesh crawl and your spirit rebel,
Leave you willing to hide under any pretext
Yet keep listening, eager to know what comes next.
Tales of venom and blood that can taint every word,
Tales of madness, betrayal, and death by the sword,
Tales of slaughter and carnage, of terror and dread
Where the living most certainly envy the dead.
Tales of soul-numbing struggles, of staggering stakes –
We might have one for you, if you’ve got what it takes –
Just remember: no good ever comes from your pleas
When the dark is assured, but dawn never is.
Tales of life that long stopped to be fair or just,
Where hope is but a glimpse of the memories past;
Tales of things, dark and twisted, that make your blood freeze
Yet are still way too real to dismiss them with ease.
Sure, there’re maidens of dreams in our tales to be won,
With whose beauty the cities and realms are undone –
But the maidens of iron are always on guard,
With their glittering teeth ever hungry for blood.
Tales of choices and deeds not for those faint of heart –
Yes, we have one for you, it’s about to start! –
And if you’re among those who have courage to stay,
We might have one about you one glorious day.

Отредактировано Robbing Good (22.05.2021 21:54)

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