The sky is dark without moon and stars,
An endless night is reigning in the world,
Like Cyclops in the cave. All poor beings,
Crawling in the gloom, doomed to be called
The humans,
Seek the way to better days.
Too bitter is the lot.
The sky is dark.
All’s misty, vague and vain,
Some gods are gone,
The others not yet born,
Still, worshipers are ready to revere
Some things. The mightiest’s the fear.
The sky is dark without moon and stars
© Copyright: Виктор Бурдин, 2008
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