The Sower

Świątynia Krzyku

I came down, into the fields of fear,
To sow my bitter darkness here:
Where the messenger of lust
Holds you down in grim check mate,
Where pain is everlasting dust
and pleasure is delusive fate…

I sow my words among the thorns,
like dark runes on the ancient stones.
What grows in them – grows out of me
And blossoms with verse – in your shadows.

What glances from behind my eyes,
You will not know it. Black sun dies.
But still in awe I do desire,
For you to crave like I demand:
So that avenger Poem-briar
Rises up from this lifeless earth.

Swelling out of the bloody breath
Like banner, like torch of death…!
And in his starr-jaws – me and you
We will find our way again – way home.

Translation by Greenlifenow

Text in polish

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As many of you know had two authors: greenlifenow and avemi but run out of space recently. Two new blogs are in the making, more space to write and create.... Please head on to avemi's new blog and greenlifenow's new blog (this one) See you soon! Thank you greenlifenow and avemi ! Don't forget to visit: - greenlifenow's blog in English - art, painting blog

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