The Good By Dmitriy Bagretsov
I guess the Good must have big fist,
sharp horns and tail like wild beast
and hooves and beard, oh, it is sad,
I guess It must be very hairy
to breathe with flame to stamp so scary
to come for you, my dear friend.
Oh, can you hear It walks in glory
The venom flows from fangs, don't worry,
Its tail whips Its sides with wrath
The Good howls frightfully and loud
Its sharpest horns scrape dreary cloud
And It is close to us enough!
I tell you, my capricious reader,
You carry humanism you're leader
I wish you very Good and let
You will remember after meeting
with Good in midnight, what a pity,
my lines and shouting "help", that's pretty,
here's chomping, crunch and you are dead.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Dmitriy Bagretsov
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2017
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