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Title: Corona mythos (#3175)
Author: Hiemille
Chapters: 1

Archive: Tolkien
Category: Bombadil's Corner
Description: It's a circle of sonnets written  mostly after  the fiction of JRRT and his fans , and the fantasy at all.
Published: 05 Dec 2006
Updated: 05 Dec 2006
Warnings: 
Type: PWP?
Characters: none


Chapter 1 - circle of sonnets

1
On Life and  Death,  on legends of  the Earth,
On Heaven's magnificent deeds
The minstrels have composed their famous songs
In honor of  forgotten queens.

Their roads led to castles of powerful lords,
Their hearts led to enchanted woods,
Where flutes of Elves sang wonderful odes
Of the World full of marvels and gods.

They had cognized sacred writings that flamed
On rocks, crumbled down to chips,
Forbidden for mortals mysterious names
Of dragons in far-go hills.

And great constellations would sing in moonlight
Of worlds of the marvelous Spring.

2
They sing, Your bright and countless stars
Of glory of perished lands,
Whose songs are forgotten, where castles in dust,
Where sobbing are delicate harps.

Wise kings used to rule in those towns of past,
whom minstrels had praised in chants.
Their palaces were glaring, and gardens were blest, 
Blizzards were replaced by the Sun.

But pride and conceit have crawled into hearts,
Infecting the souls with fright,
Then galleys and wardens got crammed to tops
And a town of Gladness has died.

But hold of the Evil shall not last for years
and Darkness disperses to the dust!

3
So let the new century sprout green twigs
In ashes of forever passed times,
Like Phoenix, it will spread its spacious wings
Far over lands of ancient tribes.

Not losing a house or his own land
No one will be killed or enslaved,
But bitter regretting that tempests have ended,
Is a brand from the birth of this Age.

To sorry or glorify that now we should?
With smiling or moaning on lips?
Can triumphs in battles for mortals be good
To dignify all this in cheers?

Are tortures and homicide a wish of Manhood,
That's forgotten malice and tears?

4
For ruling of kings to be ever wise,
When a land 's burnt in mutinies' blaze,
Since stoneage times till the recent sunrise
One tortures and slanders and slays.

Say, where are Your children , honest and clear,
For swindler and cheat are new lords.
They own both havens and ships on the sea,
They hold even churches and courts.

To Hell them! For none, we, tormenting wits, 
Discarding all doubts and dread,
Attempted to prevail these malicious fiends.
So taste not the poison but honey, my friend!

We have years of life to enjoy melodies,
And wine would be sparkling on feasts!

5

And wine was sparkling on feasts
In honor of gallant and noble. And snow
Was glimmering at old sacred hills.
And waves caressed your shore, 

Oh, Isle of the Deathless in Sundering Seas,
Forbidden forever, but longed still more,
All Universe' stars will have gone to pieces, 
But towns of yours will bewitch as before.

But what is this? Shine over keeps fades away,
Too quickly for warming or showing a path, 
Just leaving behind in the heart boring pain,
That takes human quiet for ever from us.

This vision was joyful like sunshine of May,
But an ancient tune is full of dole again.

6

Of death of the warriors and maidens' despair
 The wanderer tells me now,
While warming his subtle hands over a flame
And washing his wounds in a flow.

That cruel Empire's anger would hurt
Those ones who dared to fight,
That noble ideas are dying in hearts,
Which full of sufferings and fright.

Then tell me, exile, you are honest and brave, 
Does your only life cost the words?
Who could win the truth by a proclaim? He gave
A smile: "That's my way."

And kept on his singing of torments again
Of prisons and clanging of chains.

7

On prisons and clanging of chains,
On pain and fretting, despair and the dark, 
Narration of horrible medieval ages
Sometimes up to madness I liked.

Crossovers of ways and crossing of swords
And ancient castles aflame…
In a song of a flute and the rumble of forges
I heard only music of fame.

But banned for ever, who glorifies Hell,
Who dared to take it in soul.
He fears neither fires nor even a spell, 
But ashamed of your pity and laugh.

He likes sight of tortures like honey as well.
So I wish his venomous voice never sound'd
In sonnets of forthcoming ages.

8

In sonnets of forthcoming ages
The legends of  ancient gods live long.
In wreathes of sonnets, in flowery lace, 
Those flowers blossom and poems are sung.

And air will be pierced with the thunder of bells,
The sphinxes will get freedom, who guard Paradise,
And dragons will burst into heaven chapels, 
and trumpets of heralds will announce the Sunrise.

And when it has come, this righteous day, 
My holy descendants will write like a gift
In some complicated and elegant way
Ballads, joined to a majestic Myth.

On greatness of ancestors, beauty and fate, 
On legends of the Earth,  life and death.

Magistrale
On Life and  Death,  on legends of  the Earth,
Of worlds of the marvelous Spring
They sing, Your bright and countless stars,
And Darkness disperses to the dust!

So let the new century sprout green twigs,
That's forgotten malice and tears, 
For ruling of kings to be ever wise, 
And wine would be sparkling on feasts!

But an ancient tune is full of dole again,
On riots of old passed ages, 
On death of  the warriors and maidens' despair,
On prisons and clanging of chains.

So I wish this venomous voice never sound'd
In sonnets of forthcoming ages.
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