The Black River Damnation
At the place, been the ruins imperial,
In the ominous midnight we`re lost-
Not belongings, but some immaterial.
Been so long, broken straight — it`s a trust.
Searing beams flared up everywhere instantly
And disclosed all the horrible truth:
This area infested with criminals -
Like an awful abhorrent mushroom
Sprayed the spores. Or insects breed all over here,
Weave the nets, tight and lasting, take roots,
Braid a warm cozy nests in the cornerlets -
For themselves and their`s similars too...
All the kinds of hard-headed detectors-cops
Only threw up their hands, and no more:
You will never find it, what you`re looking for,
We can`t help you, excuse us, but not.
Let a hope for the better will never end,
Now it`s clearly just one, all the same:
When an evil came - who`d been indifferent,
They got a lifelong stigma of shame...
Where`s someone picks something from somebody,
Without warning and asking, and go.
The unknown also takes from the other -
There a prosperity will never come.
And, it seems, be unhappy – it`s destiny
Of this land, which just looks great & strong.
A thief, robber, and rogue — don`t discern - don`t need,
Cause a matter of all them is one.
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