Sem tam píšem básne po anglicky..Aj keď je to barbarský jazyk, má svoju poetiku The sound of the drums I hear as it comes, From beyond mortal world. Ancient gods are coming, Magic is bright and flowing, so take up your sword. This is the Time of Trial, when one can fill a vial with the dragon's blood. Those of brave heart, those who are smart, can see the rise of a god. At the twilight of our time, I'm waiting for You to be mine, this is the Pagan summer... Copyright© Finwaell, 2006-2008. Báseň 1 0 0 0 0 Komentuj