Изначально мне в душу запали строчки Shiranui_Genma из ее стихотворений "В горсти" ("Ты был мне больше, чем друг, ближе, чем брат") и "I was never wise" ("Ты всегда был умен и слаб, я всегда был силен и слеп")
Собственно, как только это легло в единое четверостишие (курсивом), придумалось и остальное.
Что мешает нам снискать лавров Маяковского в английском? Пусть рифма местами...жууутко белая, главное - содержание, да?
А стих - это ж, вроде как концентрированный крик души.
Shiranui_Genma, Йорингель, Даниэль - все-все, кто своим творчеством не дал загнуться после Эпилога, а разделил эту боль -
Спасибо!!! И спасибо, что без спросу черпала у вас вдохновение!))
Assasin`s lament.
Once we shared loneliness – and it left.
We had a mutual name – Beloved.
Once you walked away and I stayed.
You were always good with questions, now answer,
How am I supposed to live with this pain?
You left me a Life to live:
Wife, kids, hearth.
And no time to pause and think – after knowing you
How could it be ever enough?
You were more than a friend, closer than blood,
Larger than life, Beloved!
You have always been smart and week,
I have always been strong and blind.
Duty was all I knew.
Always lived to fulfill someone`s goals.
But only with you I was Whole.
True to myself, full, not playing roles.
And what a Fool I was, too!
Never saw the important, right?
Doesn`t that make you a Bastard, then?
To just walk away and not look behind?
“Last dance of chances” you said.
But there was always hope in your heart.
Was That your message - or your final “Last” ?
So I doomed to play till the end “I am content” part?
Fate… I have changed it for you so many times!
Why can`t I cope with mine?
Did you know, my Beloved, that with leaving
You have also taken my heart?
I gave it to you – freely.
By the rite of exchanging names and binding our lives.
Even partially “forged” I wanted to stay by your side
“Until the death will divide”.
What happened to Us and why?
Will I ever be Whole again?
I exist. I am content, you hear?
No one will see me complain.
From our very childhood I`ve learned to trust you, Beloved.
I did what you wanted, went where you said.
Then one day you utter “We have to part” and you leave.
What else I am left to say?... I am content.
Not being Whole hurts – now I know.
Leaving without a heart, too.
But where there is Life, there is Hope.
I miss you, Beloved. Once…
Beloved, I shall find you. (Niks 29.07.2013)
Once we shared loneliness – and it left.
We had a mutual name – Beloved.
Once you walked away and I stayed.
You were always good with questions, now answer,
How am I supposed to live with this pain?
You left me a Life to live:
Wife, kids, hearth.
And no time to pause and think – after knowing you
How could it be ever enough?
You were more than a friend, closer than blood,
Larger than life, Beloved!
You have always been smart and week,
I have always been strong and blind.
Duty was all I knew.
Always lived to fulfill someone`s goals.
But only with you I was Whole.
True to myself, full, not playing roles.
And what a Fool I was, too!
Never saw the important, right?
Doesn`t that make you a Bastard, then?
To just walk away and not look behind?
“Last dance of chances” you said.
But there was always hope in your heart.
Was That your message - or your final “Last” ?
So I doomed to play till the end “I am content” part?
Fate… I have changed it for you so many times!
Why can`t I cope with mine?
Did you know, my Beloved, that with leaving
You have also taken my heart?
I gave it to you – freely.
By the rite of exchanging names and binding our lives.
Even partially “forged” I wanted to stay by your side
“Until the death will divide”.
What happened to Us and why?
Will I ever be Whole again?
I exist. I am content, you hear?
No one will see me complain.
From our very childhood I`ve learned to trust you, Beloved.
I did what you wanted, went where you said.
Then one day you utter “We have to part” and you leave.
What else I am left to say?... I am content.
Not being Whole hurts – now I know.
Leaving without a heart, too.
But where there is Life, there is Hope.
I miss you, Beloved. Once…
Beloved, I shall find you. (Niks 29.07.2013)