Not entirely sure what happened to the descriptions in my slide-show, but whatever. I'll update them in a few hours.
These Fotos are about 5 years old now.. Shall update them soon!
Note: These women are NOT me (Obviously) Last time I checked I am male And I do check often.
These are the people I consider my Kin on VR and Myspace.
People I have referred
No words express what Kossa means to me. ^^ He is Kossarev.
Damien, my big brother, one of the greatest souls I've yet to cross in this mortal realm.. He truly has my loyalty, my honour, and my brotherly love. He is GodofWar
My Wicked Witch of a Consort. You all know her as CrimsonDementiae.
One of my best friends.. You couldn't ask for a better conversationalist.. He is a2n009
Remember Alassiel?? Check her out now!!
A favoured poem that I translated to my native tongue out of boredom.
Here is my translated version
"Ja ponimaju to, kakoj istinnaja bol'.
Probuzhdenie bez dushi;
Suwestvovanie navsegda, no vsegda odin.
Ja znaju, gde gore rozhdaetsja.
V ledjanyh glubinah pustogo serdca cheloveka;
Ego duh ljubvi, chtoby razluchit'.
Ja vizhu stradanie v kazhdom lice.
Znanie nikakogo miloserdija, ni radosti, ni mira;
Tol'ko smert' mozhet prinesti im neprinuzhdennost'.
Ja slyshu nenavist' v kazhdom slove.
Kazhdoe dyhanie ostraja bol';
Lozh', obman, i prezrenie gnevov.
Ja chuvstvuju nenavist' v chelovechestve.
Gnijuwaja grjaz', bolezn', raspad;
V ih zawite, nichto, chtoby skazat'.
Ja ispytyvaju gnijuwuju plot' greha.
Jadovitoe gnienie, gor'koe i merzkoe;
Zlo po svoej prirode, mnenie rebenka.
Ja - pravda vo vsem, chto Vy chuvstvuete.
Moe ukradennoe chelovechestvo, sostradanie ushlo;
Ja - jeto, kotoroe Vy znaete, nepravil'no.
Ja nahozhus' v stradanii i polnoj temnote.
Znanie nikogo drugogo chem ta iz moej dushi;
Prednaznachennyj dlja odinochestva, ja javljajus' vsegda odnim."
And here is the real version
Beautiful Obsidia. :D
"Forever Alone"
By G. W. Mainhood
I understand what true pain is.
Waking up without a soul;
Existing forever, but always alone.
I know where sorrow is born.
In icy depths of man’s empty heart;
His spirit of love to tear apart.
I see misery in every face.
Knowing no mercy, nor joy, nor peace;
Only death can bring them ease.
I hear loathing in every word.
Every breath a burning pain;
Lies, deceit, and wraths disdain.
I feel hate inside mankind.
Rotting filth, disease, decay;
In their defence, nothing to say.
I taste the rotting flesh of sin.
Toxic putrescence, bitter and vile;
Evil by nature, the mind of a child.
I am the truth in all that you feel.
My humanity stolen, compassion is gone;
I am that which you know is wrong.
I am in misery and darkness complete.
Knowing no other than that of my soul;
Destined for solitude, I am always alone.
The Isthar to my Damuzi.
This is one of my oldest friends from Portugal.
She is almost as vindictive as I, lol. And just a bit more evil. Nonetheless, or.. maybe because of this, I love her dearly as a faithful comrade.
Pictures of my family will soon be added.
Those who have a problem with my Liege, have a problem with me.
The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her rainment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold.
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beachen leaves
In wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came,
Tinuviel! Tinuviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinuviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinuviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless
Tolkien
Gregorian Hymn - Nox Arcana
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