The city is lit with the lightning and thunder,
The flows of cold water are running along.
And people are hurrying and hurrying in wonder:
Who is these sharp anger arrows beyond?
The only one child is standing enjoying
This celebration of Heaven and Earth.
This little babe with his fear rejoining,
His Majesty Fear that gives us the birth.
The Fear is patting the child with the lightning,
One more and one more, even brighter again.
It looks like an animating lovely friends' fighting,
The fighting to teach, but not to cause pain..
The thunder is going somewhere much farther,
Leaving just drops of tears on the little child's face.
And people keep going as if preferred rather
Staying indifferent not changing the pace.
His Majesty Fear
© Copyright: Виктория Алексеева 777, 2021
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