Path of a Pilgrim (Legacies-TV) EN

// AN; I'am absolutely not a master of the English Language, The original Poem i Make was in French and i had many difficult to translate it, but it's whitout a doubt, one of my greatest work. Still in Woeking only the half is fixed.

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In a desolate land,

Under a sky flowing tears,

Imbued with an abstract silence,

A timeless scene appears.

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Countless alienated souls,

Faced with the remains of their last breath,

Screaming, wailing, weeping without a sound,

Distress, pain, incomprehension, on their own death.

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Wreck of a world at peace,

A loss of sight, a ruined civilization,

Stretches of bodies strewn,

Perverted from a despair vibe.

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Faced at this spectacle of carnage,

A silhouette standing, at abandon,

An emotionless calm on his visage,

Shrouded in a dark aura screaming for destruction.

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Eyes filled of darkness,

Scanning the sad landscape on the horizon,

Millions of dead from his funeral work,

Moving his gaze in one direction.

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intrigued by a thing,

Carcasses cracking under his feet,

the being moved, and with him dark tendrils,

Approaching, solicited by what captivated it.

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Appeared a lake of blood

Forming by a cluster of extinct beings,

In the center of this pool,

A miracle, last one of the living.

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In no way female, male or newborn,

From the red basin, grow a flower,

In no way weakened, from her courage emerges the bud,

Serene, calm, peaceful, a fearless critter.

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Miraculous treasure, a pure white flower

The darkened being, deeply absorbed in her allure,

Exempt of blemish, a immaculate alabaster,

From darkness comes fire, from death comes nature.

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The flower, with intact innocence, by her magic,

leave a seed in the heart and its mysteries,

The being felt a slight ripple, a new feeling,

Thus took place the most beautiful of miracles on this place of war.

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he felt a warmth perfume his person,

he felt his heart thump like unprecedented,

For the first time in his monotonous existence,

Tasting the sap of life, for a short while.

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Breathing with a new immaterial breath,

A cool scent against her exposed skin,

Feeling modesty in front of the sky,

That he used to ride.

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Taking a new look,

For the first time, a soul behind the eyes,

A shiver of this feeling that seizes him,

The being has never felt so much at his best.

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Indulging in this sacred moment,

Until a putrid odor invades it,

So reality came in,

Brought him back from his beautiful lull.

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He looked this time for the first time

With his heart, around him

Feeling the dark emotions of the place

shake from this death scene free

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Before remembering that he is its instrument,

By this work of demonic heresy,

He felt a sudden innumerable flood of feeling

Noting the inhuman folly of his act

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Of its unchanging destructive flames

Of which he had full hegemony

His heart is now vulnerable

The tears came to him, faced with this world condemned to oblivion.

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Now part alive, part human

He perceived all the lamentations of these martyred souls

felt hatred, pain and sorrow

Deluge of emotion comforting him in his sins

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On your knees, suffering from this infinite torrent,

Trembling, screaming, his bleeding heart,

He wanted to die to avoid this agony,

He saw the flower, the only hope in this place of blood.

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Like an infant he crawled,

A hope, in this loving being,

From her roses he felt security,

As a desert calls for water, he while the hand.

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But that's without forgetting, the dark power that accompanies it,

Who destroys this abomination, a stain on the deadly landscape,

Consumed it, weakened it to what extent,

And so was his end, marking the end of his short journey.

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The gravedigger screamed, drowning in melancholy,

Hating his person with despair,

To fight with oneself, a vain conflict,

His freedom, his salvation, he wanted to provide.

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He put all his soul to work, to eradicate his darkness,

Tearing away the darkness, which surrounds it with all its energy,

Then came to him, an inspiration in pain,

Eradicate a fire, with a fire.

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Pushing his dark power, to leave his being,

Suffering from bottomless pain,

Feeling a big part of him disappearing,

He continued thinking, of his dead companion.

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Several leagues away, the ground like a rising giant, trembled,

The clouds rumbled like dragons, and with them an insane thunder,

Cracks were spreading, the landscape was breaking,

We no longer knew where the earth ends and where the sky begins.

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A howl, drowned out all the sounds,

We saw, the being imprisoned in this darkness,

Darkness, divided into two oppositions,

Created a distortion, a mouth that sucks and disintegrates.

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The hungry creature quickly grew in size and power,

Wanting to consume everything, the sky began to fall,

Forcibly drawn by the monster, with violence,

The earth, rejoined his lifelong friend, a moment later.

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The ruins, the deaths, the blood no one was spared.

Seas, oceans, mountains and deserts,

All was absorbed by the hungry beast,

Nothing survives, not even light.

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All that remained was the sad emptiness,

And a lost silhouette,

Alone, strangely serene in this insipid place,

Consuming too, welcoming his end, like a companion.

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The chasm closed, before a silence fell,

Calm, surrender, on this eternal night,

No one can win the battle against the world,

There was nothing left, omitted, perhaps this story…