PoeticHouse - Il Portale dei Poeti e della Poesia
Pubblicata il 01/09/2011
In the lands of the north,
between the mysterious mists
where the white snow falling,
the wheels of fate are intertwined,
just the runes
know the truth of the future.

Time and space dissolve,
disperse the shadows of the past,
the hand of fate is a tendency on the world,
the four elements interrupt their harmony,
while the singing of runes rises up
before the last sunset.

The water becomes fire,
the earth becomes air
and everything is transformed,
the nature eplode in its rebirth.
The fire becomes water, the air becomes the earth,
the universe expands in a immortal dance.

Light and darkness are one thing,
the sun and the moon
the two immortal stars resume their eternal cycle.
The world is reborn with the new dawn,
while the runes fall asleep to hide new mysteries
that will reveal with the new song.

(Inspired by Celtic Song)
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