Thorne - a poem for Lord Sitri

[Hayabusa]

This is a poem I wrote for Lord Sitri. He has always helped me a lot. I am grateful to him with all my heart.

Throne

People would turn and stare at its splendor,
There was a throne in the middle of the sky, in his name,
The sword of darkness on one side and the scales of light on the other,
He used to relieve the most unbearable pain,
The brightest sun would rise in his name.

A yellow dawn was spreading across Sparta,
They were waiting for the dawn with the golden throne,
It was the manifestation of the brightest Sun.

I couldn't sleep before you,
I was thinking many things in my heart,
I was looking back at those tears,
Nobody was talking about why.

If the gates of the sky open,
If he enters on a white horse;
all the pain will go away,
All the horrors are blown away,
Quiet and calm as the rain,
Wise as the mountains.

All the while,
Hurry up, Homeros,
Hold his hand, Hercules;
In a paradise full of immutable truths.

Because I saw eternity in your eyes,
Every day from sunrise to sunset.

 

[SETI]

Very beautiful!
I like it

 

[Hayabusa]

Thank you!

 

[Akay]

Este é um poema que escrevi para Lord Sitri. Ele sempre me ajudou muito. Sou grato a ele de todo o coração.

Trono

As pessoas se virariam e olhariam para seu esplendor,
Havia um trono no meio do céu, em seu nome,
A espada das trevas de um lado e as escamas da luz do outro,
Ele costumava aliviar a dor mais insuportável,
O sol mais brilhante nasceria em seu nome.

Um amanhecer amarelo se espalhava por Esparta,
Eles estavam esperando o amanhecer com o trono dourado,
Foi a manifestação do Sol mais brilhante.

Eu não conseguia dormir antes de você,
Eu estava pensando muitas coisas em meu coração,
Eu estava olhando para aquelas lágrimas,
Ninguém estava falando sobre o porquê.

Se os portões do céu se abrirem,
Se ele entrar num cavalo branco;
toda a dor irá embora,
Todos os horrores foram destruídos,
Silencioso e calmo como a chuva,
Sábio como as montanhas.

O tempo todo,
Apresse-se, Homeros,
Segure a mão dele, Hércules;
Num paraíso cheio de verdades imutáveis.

Porque eu vi a eternidade em seus olhos,
Todos os dias, do nascer ao pôr do sol.

Your art is very beautiful
So I'd like to ask a question that doesn't necessarily have to do with art: who is Homer? Was he a Great Poet of Priestly rank, or a collective memory?
I was intrigued because you wrote "Homeros", was that a title?

 

[Satan's Crow]

Your art is very beautiful
So I'd like to ask a question that doesn't necessarily have to do with art: who is Homer? Was he a Great Poet of Priestly rank, or a collective memory?
I was intrigued because you wrote "Homeros", was that a title?

Thank you for your kind words about the poem.
This is my account.

I don't know whether Homer was a priest or a poet. Obviously I don't know much about him. But HPHC said:

"All the Greek philosophers of the era were also aware of the eastern connection, the origins of the east, and the ancient pre-homeric Vedic culture. Even Homer was considered part of this Vedic culture." -HP HC

Καὶ γάρ τ' ὄναρ ἐκ Διός ἐστιν.
Dreams come from Zeus.
I. 63. - Homer Iliad

About Alexander the Great Olympias' family, the Molossians, claimed to be related to Achilles, the tragic hero of the Trojan War according to Homer's Iliad. Their ancestors were descended from Molossus, son of Andromache and Neoptolemus, son of Achilles, who killed King Priam of Troy on the altar of Zeus Hercules. This claim showed that Alexander was descended from heroes, something his mother never discouraged.

As I said, we don't know much about him, but I think Homer's 'Iliad' has a deep meaning.

Dreams come from Zeus, after all...

 

[Akay]

Facilita meus estudos
Obrigado

 

[Dragonheart666]

I love it!!!

 

[Satan's Crow]

I love it!!!

I'm very happy to hear that.