может кто-то догадается о ком речь=)

Brother Perdurabo

Behold ye well, yet see no more,
Aspire blood to spring in thee,
What ye hath chosen? - temple whore,
With steamous lust to die and flee,

Her bowels crave in mightly fire,
Of lapis palace - in decay,
Thy eyes - supressing blood desire,
To undermine this precious pray,

Ordeals seem to tear thee - false,
Still - ye alive for aenos`s sake,
And blood is killing thy remorse,
Hath time befallen - live and take,

Yet brother - every man`s a star,
For thee wilt shine to End of Time,
Your pray wilt melt under your charm,
Do what thou wilt - it`s not a crime...

Поскольку уважаемые форумчане пишут стихи не только на русском, появилась мысль создать отдельную тему)))

Начнем) верней, продолжим;)

Utmost fiend

Of time! Be true, don`t kneel my friend,
Resinous woods and gums in trees of mine,
Are burning hard against your stupid fiend,
Serpent therein is in the heart of thine,

For dust and debris are loosing their wings,
Who has all pleasure releived in purple blood,
And dunkeness of innermost - your rings,
Are coiling hard against the utmost mud,

Forgive my secret pleasures and desires,
I`m mistress of the Grail - nevermore,
My secret temple - is in time - aspires,
You`re in my Hall- like it destined before.....