tifa59
Nouveau poète
Ce texte n'est pas un poème. C'est en faite une pièce de théâtre tirée d'un jeu vidéo.
Prologue
When the war of the beasts bring about world's end
The goddess descends froms the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting
Act 1
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We sekk it thus, and take it from the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest
Act 2
There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess.
Hero of dawn, Healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost,
Wings stripped away, the end is night
Act 3
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhord you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the wind may blow
My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of live, the gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
Act 4
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honor remains
The arrow has left the gift of the goddess
Mys soul, corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured tornment to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
Ans your eternal slumber
Legend shall speak
Of sacrifice at world's end
The wind sails over the water's surface
Quietly, but surely
Act 5
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer ther this silent sacrifice
Prologue
When the war of the beasts bring about world's end
The goddess descends froms the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting
Act 1
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We sekk it thus, and take it from the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest
Act 2
There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess.
Hero of dawn, Healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost,
Wings stripped away, the end is night
Act 3
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhord you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the wind may blow
My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of live, the gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
Act 4
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honor remains
The arrow has left the gift of the goddess
Mys soul, corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured tornment to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
Ans your eternal slumber
Legend shall speak
Of sacrifice at world's end
The wind sails over the water's surface
Quietly, but surely
Act 5
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer ther this silent sacrifice