Ya So basically there was homework And then i got inspired for the first time in my life! :D translation: i was bored. The Field Where colors weave and dance and sing, Where flowers bloom in the spring, And golden sunshine floods the grass; This ‘field of warmth’ has embraced you at last. Slowly and slowly, time starts to creep. Still, the joy is for yours to keep. Without your noticing, night creeps along: But you’re still enticed by the songbird’s song. Then it’s dark— the day has bled. Night has fallen upon the soft green bed. The flowers wither as dawn creeps away; The night now echoes the light of day. Now the moon hangs silently above a bed As birds go flying overhead. And deadly silence reveals a foe That we forgot from long ago. And as he creeps across the soft green field, Its stealth and quiet slowly revealed, The cold has taken your breath away. But still you feel a whisper of day. You feel uneased— for so the foe Sparked a feeling from long ago. With barely a glance, you already know He once was a friend, but now was a foe. Bit by bit, you realize: His face flashed not with anger or despise— But with an eerie blank— and now you know more: He was not human anymore. So now your heart listens in vain As his calls echo hungrily in the rain For so this ‘field of warmth’ you thought you knew Hid many secrets away from you. And you stand in the dark, cruel night, Watching your ‘friend’ as he thirsts for your light— And though you once had stood, firm, resolute, your resolve Begins to slowly dissolve. Slowly, tears pour down from your eyes. Regret was the one thing you had ever despised. Now you lie down, full of that feeling— You deeply resent that cruel, moonlit ceiling. Your tears stain the cruel grass like blood. You slowly give in to this dark, cruel flood. This field has tricked you, now nothing was true. But the last words you utter are: “I forgive you.” Then you sink into despair. Grief and guilt is in the air. Still this cold moon hangs in the night. It was never a provider of light. But then your eyes open. Flames have been lit. The deceitful field was now sunlit. All around you, you feel the joy But the joy now feels like an empty decoy. You find your friend, sitting beneath shade Of a joyous tree deceitfully made. And when you ask of this strange, cold field, What he told you now would become your shield. “This field is cold, its deceit is clear. But it is false— there is nothing to fear. If you have light buried deep inside— A truth, a joy, your greatest pride, “Listen closely, my one true friend: For here is a secret I will now lend, This light I speak of reveals the truth, And the truth always brings me back to you.”
ME! :D Too lazy to code rn :/
