Днес в часа по английски написах това :
Morning Star
The morning star rises
to end the night,
the night of terror,
and suffer, and fright.
You rest, and sleep,
you feel respite,
but here comes again
the dark, foul night.
You ready yourself
for what lies ahead.
You wish you could die
but you'll never be dead...
The torturer comes
he's all wearing black.
You're prayers - not heard.
Again he came back.
He calmly approaches.
You see empty eyes,
but they are not empty -
there's joy in disguise.
The joy's in the hurting,
in seeing your pain,
in torture that never
is one and the same.
He feels your suffer,
feeds on your pain,
consumes all your sweat
that is falling like rain.
* * * * *
Then the wounds heal -
you're of no use dead.
You feel refreshed
but it's a feeling of dread..
The morning star rises.
The night's at it's end.
The day brings the hope
on wich you depend...
Dyani K.
