Hayabusa
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This is a poem I wrote for Lord Sitri. He has always helped me a lot. I am grateful to him with all my heart.
Throne
People would turn and stare at its splendor,
There was a throne in the middle of the sky, in his name,
The sword of darkness on one side and the scales of light on the other,
He used to relieve the most unbearable pain,
The brightest sun would rise in his name.
A yellow dawn was spreading across Sparta,
They were waiting for the dawn with the golden throne,
It was the manifestation of the brightest Sun.
I couldn't sleep before you,
I was thinking many things in my heart,
I was looking back at those tears,
Nobody was talking about why.
If the gates of the sky open,
If he enters on a white horse;
all the pain will go away,
All the horrors are blown away,
Quiet and calm as the rain,
Wise as the mountains.
All the while,
Hurry up, Homeros,
Hold his hand, Hercules;
In a paradise full of immutable truths.
Because I saw eternity in your eyes,
Every day from sunrise to sunset.
Throne
People would turn and stare at its splendor,
There was a throne in the middle of the sky, in his name,
The sword of darkness on one side and the scales of light on the other,
He used to relieve the most unbearable pain,
The brightest sun would rise in his name.
A yellow dawn was spreading across Sparta,
They were waiting for the dawn with the golden throne,
It was the manifestation of the brightest Sun.
I couldn't sleep before you,
I was thinking many things in my heart,
I was looking back at those tears,
Nobody was talking about why.
If the gates of the sky open,
If he enters on a white horse;
all the pain will go away,
All the horrors are blown away,
Quiet and calm as the rain,
Wise as the mountains.
All the while,
Hurry up, Homeros,
Hold his hand, Hercules;
In a paradise full of immutable truths.
Because I saw eternity in your eyes,
Every day from sunrise to sunset.