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Venus
Автор: tanyaivanova
Категория: Поезия
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Ram was searching for the whore of tales
To destroy this heinous creature,
But his secret was gently unveiled,
Cause she saw his beautiful features.
He was beautiful not with his youth,
Not with those rainy resinous hairs,
But with strength his whole right to dispute
As a precious Bulgarian heir.
Cause for long he did know her power
To discover uncountable treasures
And his masters had goal to devour
All her beauty - meretricious pleasures.
She was innocent, she was seeing his soul
Through his eyes, which were black stormy cloud.
And she knew that his body"s just bowl
Which they"ll break with a noisy applaud.
She was wise, cause she saw his blood,
Which was flowing into his veins
And she knew it is not only mud,
Which is ment to be washed with the rains.
And she loved with her power and glory,
Which she put as a gift in his feet.
She started the beginning of the story
How the world will for ever proceed.
As a gratitude Ram turned to Boreigh
And he left his demon"s intentions.
She created in his eyes every day
Tiny sparcles of naughty temptation.
Then he snatched the Goddess like a raven
While she danced the dance of war.
Vultures twisted from the heaven
And were asking for the whore.
She was in love, but something cruel,
Said you must succeed before
Cause you have such kind of fuel
To uprise the devil"s power.
Venus was kidnapped from Ravan
The God of Northern wind - devouered,
And the kingdom of the heaven
Was delayed.
Ravan stayed.
Ram was lurky, he got rich
Just to buy this stupid pitch.
She was old for him he knew
But with fertile kind of view.
Both kept Venus into jail,
Till her secret was unveiled.
But how will this story end
You decide as enemy, or friend.
To destroy this heinous creature,
But his secret was gently unveiled,
Cause she saw his beautiful features.
He was beautiful not with his youth,
Not with those rainy resinous hairs,
But with strength his whole right to dispute
As a precious Bulgarian heir.
Cause for long he did know her power
To discover uncountable treasures
And his masters had goal to devour
All her beauty - meretricious pleasures.
She was innocent, she was seeing his soul
Through his eyes, which were black stormy cloud.
And she knew that his body"s just bowl
Which they"ll break with a noisy applaud.
She was wise, cause she saw his blood,
Which was flowing into his veins
And she knew it is not only mud,
Which is ment to be washed with the rains.
And she loved with her power and glory,
Which she put as a gift in his feet.
She started the beginning of the story
How the world will for ever proceed.
As a gratitude Ram turned to Boreigh
And he left his demon"s intentions.
She created in his eyes every day
Tiny sparcles of naughty temptation.
Then he snatched the Goddess like a raven
While she danced the dance of war.
Vultures twisted from the heaven
And were asking for the whore.
She was in love, but something cruel,
Said you must succeed before
Cause you have such kind of fuel
To uprise the devil"s power.
Venus was kidnapped from Ravan
The God of Northern wind - devouered,
And the kingdom of the heaven
Was delayed.
Ravan stayed.
Ram was lurky, he got rich
Just to buy this stupid pitch.
She was old for him he knew
But with fertile kind of view.
Both kept Venus into jail,
Till her secret was unveiled.
But how will this story end
You decide as enemy, or friend.
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