I woke up and saw my face in the mirror
There was a stranger, covered with wrinkles under the eyes
I woke up and the image was not less clear
Nor was it closer to the heart, but catching up with vice
It’s not the man, but the shadow of a long-forgotten warrior
The one who loved death and death loved him back
Insulted, wounded, beaten, once loved, travelled far to Moria
To the world’s end, for the mightiest of all and final strike.
No honor when you fall down drunk
No love when you go to bed alone
No respect, when youngsters call you : punk!
No time when lost is all the joy and fun.
Now all that once was, just came to pass
And all the battles – just a memory of life forever gone
No glory, no fame, no home and no stars
The journey ends, the warrior is tired, all life is done.
Стихотворението много ми хареса, макър че е малко тъжно, но веселото не е закон на поезията. И освен, онзи дълбок авторски поглед обърнат към себепознанието в него има и една истинска човешка мъдрост:No honor when you fall down drunk
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