нашла на ДА. поэма написана автором рисунка. Рисунок так себе, но стих меня приколол несмотря на мою нелюбовь к поэзии.
Give up thy soul and come to me,
I shall set your secretes free,
And take away all thy pain.
Think of all that you could gain.
My heart desires one thing alone.
For every sin I shall atone,
If you could grant it without disaster
Eternally I shall call thee Master
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What is it that you do seek?
Perhaps it’s that you’re shy, and meek,
And wish to join the eminence,
Then I shall grant thee confidence
I do not need mere confidence.
I can't attain that magnificence.
Nor do I wish for such poise,
Or sell my soul like meager toys.
Perhaps it’s that you wish to be
Like the swan refined and free.
That is simple enough to be,
Gracefulness I’ll grant to thee.
To sell the soul for beauty rare
Would cheapen the soul into despair.
How superficial the wish would be
To loose your soul for such a greed.
Possibly you have no love
Within your meager life above,
Where onto you I can bestow
A smiling wife with rosy glow.
Do I really emit such lonely air
That you would offer such despair?!
Certainly, Sir, I do not want
The rosy wife that you do flaunt!
Perchance your wish is darker still
In that you yearn for life until
The moment that you finally die,
Ever in your darkness lie.
In fact you are truly close
To the wish I desire most.
I want to loose all my pain,
Which in that absence shall Darkness reign.
Give up thy soul and come to me,
I shall set your secretes free,
And take away all of thy pain.
Think of all that you could gain.
My heart desires one thing alone.
For every sin I shall atone,
If you could grant it without disaster
Eternally I shall call thee Master
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