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Gladys1
Date de création :
01-09-2023
posté le 16-05-2024 à 11:54:45
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gladys-lemire
le 16-05-2024 à 14:41:19
Of light and darkness,
Of nothingness and astonishing glory,
Star fatal to kings as to freedom;
At the height of your course carried by a storm,
And by a storm carried away,
You, who knew nothing, in your bloody passage,
Equal to your happiness is your adversity;
Mortal God, under your feet the mountains bow their heads
Opened a triumphant path for you;
The submissive elements were awaiting your signal;
Of a rainy night driving away the storms,
To light up your celebrations,
The sun announced you on its radiant chariot;
Europe admired you in deep horror,
And the sound of your voice, a sign from your eyes,
Gave the world a shake.
Your breath of chaos brought out the laws;
Your image insulted the remains of kings,
And, standing on the brass of their warlike thunderbolts,
Maintained the sky with the noise of your exploits.
The Renaissance cults, surprised to be brothers,
On their rival altars, which both smoked,
Their prayers were confused for you.
gladys-lemire
le 16-05-2024 à 11:58:13
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le 16-05-2024 à 11:56:54
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Of light and darkness,
Of nothingness and astonishing glory,
Star fatal to kings as to freedom;
At the height of your course carried by a storm,
And by a storm carried away,
You, who knew nothing, in your bloody passage,
Equal to your happiness is your adversity;
Mortal God, under your feet the mountains bow their heads
Opened a triumphant path for you;
The submissive elements were awaiting your signal;
Of a rainy night driving away the storms,
To light up your celebrations,
The sun announced you on its radiant chariot;
Europe admired you in deep horror,
And the sound of your voice, a sign from your eyes,
Gave the world a shake.
Your breath of chaos brought out the laws;
Your image insulted the remains of kings,
And, standing on the brass of their warlike thunderbolts,
Maintained the sky with the noise of your exploits.
The Renaissance cults, surprised to be brothers,
On their rival altars, which both smoked,
Their prayers were confused for you.
j'ai rater mon articl