Nigrim Puer et Dark et Eius Mammouth - The Black [~] Dark Boy and His Mammoth by The Roman Memoir - HTML preview

Chapter 1 - The Four Seasons

Poem 1 – I found my light (the winter stag)

The bitter snow, the bitter weather, Thick and dense yet light as a feather As the wind blew and the trees slept Thin ice and mud along with the pelt The blinding light that gleamed and shone reflected in angles on snow, white as a bone the mystic day and with romance and moonlight dripping icicles, forming in the height the frozen ponds, no life in sight overwhelming beauty that drains the might snow so cold with teeth that bite

fluttering slowly into the night freezing cold, numbers below zero extinguishes all hope, and desire for tomorrow to live for the night, to live for the day to gaze and watch with nothing to say a spark and a pipe, books and beers tunes of fantasia that steers and steers

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Poem 2 - My anger in the summer (the republican wolf) I hate the summer, I really do

If you sweat like I did, you’d hate it too I hate taking showers, ten times a day I would rather spend all my time, laying on the bay The pacific or the Atlantic, I do not care Rather than staying out in the sun, I would rather be eaten by a bear Water is scare and so is decency

And if you heard my poem, you would abandon democracy, because it is dirty.

I hate the patronizing sun, with its divinity Just like Jesus, on his donkey, doing his duty Running place to place, establishing a dynasty Instead of just settling in derry.

Piercing everyone with an abominable stare Staggering, boiling heat I cannot bare Being cooked alive, is really not great

Takes the fun out of drinking, a hook without bait I hate waiting for the night, just to have a little sip Because disobeying nature is really not hip.

Autumn

Like a doe in distress, she came to me, Her feet were a little worn, not hard to see She was fading slowly, her colors were changing

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I held her in my arms, god knows what she was thinking She was dying slowly, and so was her kind,

No hope in sight, nowhere to hide

as the winds picked up, much like the tide

she drew her last breath, I got caught in a bind.

Her spirit was gone, her body remained My heart ached a bit, as my eyes turned red A renegade, a storm, yet she lifted me high Struggling to speak, no one heard my cry I will treasure her, when she comes again Although hard to comprehend, for my brain She is a season, much like the rest

Only time will tell if she is the best As she scattered away, in my fingers I thought of the journey, that often hinders The substitutions, and the incoming changes The dormant desires, that unfailingly hinges As it departs slow, along with the month, You can hear her whisper, from inside the earth. The spring All hope was lost, and then I saw her

As she rose from the ground, from what seemed like a blur She had been gone for ages, no one knows how long

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In the bitter weather, we pushed forward strong

My knight, she bites, as she pushes out from the ground New life, I like, I hunted her like a hound

She was far away, when I thought she was near, With nothing left to hear, although nothing was clear

As I brushed the ground, to help her up from the bottom She was up in the sky, and I couldn’t fathom

And time goes on

A few month ago she was just a seed, Dying in my arms, with few words to heed As she grows and sprouts, I will be at her side My heart intact with nothing left to hide She brightens up my day, she is warm to hold She holds me tight, she shapes me like mold 9