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When he was almost dead
But was to survive
Oh Skotty was alive
As much as blood was read.

He slapped the tyrant's face
He couldn't stay
He ran away
Oh Skotty left no trace

And so he ran to the woods
Home he found
That wild ground
Gave him all kinds of goods.

And then there in time came
Children of moon
And soon
Skotty had a big fame.

Together they've built a tower.
There was freedom
And no boredom
Oh Skotty hade the highest pover.

Oh Skotty's tower reached the sky.
And there they live
They will not leave
The home was beautiful and high.

And their tiny kingdom stands.
Free folks they're called
And none they ever hold
Each one wears freedom's brands.

I would live there with pleasure
But I'm to old
And I'm so cold
I'm destined for another treasure.
Can you hear that song?
It's coming from hell,
Right where you've sent me.
It's sounding to proof me alive.

You told me it was for my best.
And I can feel the pain
you never mentioned.
I wonder if it was on purpose.

You told it was heaven,
Well I can see  some talentless
Illusions and devils and angels
Who are all dressed alike.

And now you can my voice,
It sings a weird wild song.
I sing 'cause I can stand the pain
And aI can still live and breath.
alive
You took away my voice
but my lips still move.
You've got my hands in handcuffs
Yet the rest of body is unbounded.
You closed my eyes with a piece velvet
but my memory is way to good.
You've got my breath dead and gone
Yet there is no need in it for a dreamer.
I am alive- and you've got to deal with it.
I am unbroken - and are cursed to go with it.
When lonely roads, stay awake until  late,
I create many small poems, yet forgetting is their fate.

They are just ideas given some weird  form.
Born unwanted by a stranger storm.

Righting them down by me is in vain .
What kind of man would read words so insane.

Therefore I leave them on the road for wind take.
He will give to a better artist to inspire one and awake.
I can't seem to find it.
One, that is the golden.
And golden is the balance.
I will never have it there.

One second I m darker
Them the summer itself.
And grief is all I've got,
In my lifeless broken heart.
All's in vain, even the dreams.
I von't win alone against crowd.

And then again after some time
I feel as if eternity is none but mine.
Euphoria, you come around, give life.
I gonna dance and shine, speak up, create
No power can stop, I feel far too great.
Beloved by luck, I rule the dreams' fate.

I so go up and down for no reason.
I am never the one reaching middle.
As one hour dance with my demons.
And later I wonder if there is a hope.
I simply can't stop
feeling so **** great,
Always getting away
my past and my fate.
Six
A college was collecting different  
Things to give to help an orphanage.
A bou who studied wanted to help.
He gave a book to four kids close to his age.
Seven
The four of them were locked up
Together in a little pitiful room.
They couldn't do much about it,
So they have got along soon.
Eight
So here they are together
Sitting with the book.
Aoi, Sky, Moony and Skull.
Who  would dare open treasured book.
Nine
Aoi was always almost sad.
Sky couldn't really walk.
Moony was a genius gone mad.
And Skull without a need won't talk.
Ten
They opened the book together.
Four strange and cute kids.
They have got in their imagination.
The four unknown origins' seeds.
Jack
And book was about
A genius Poet who was very ill.
And a cruel count. To have
Power was his only will
Queen
And so they've reading.
They saw through the night.
And when they were still reading,
They've got caught by sunlight.
King
And in the end the Poet
Got held captive for life.
No longer he could right,
Yet his ideas were  alive.
Ace
But one was never gone
His comrades thought hard.
And Sky started righting poetry:
The Poet found home in his heart.
The book I'm talking is real. Or the poem, to be exact.
It's Lesia Ukrainka's "Old tale".
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