Halloween em verso!

Peredur the Sorcerer

Of old sorcerers wandered

Under the starry sky

(…)

For in thr West there wasn’t hope;

In the South there wasn’t world;

The North was full of gods and bright goddesses,

Of beautiful songs and singers,

Of bards and monsters;

In the distant and cold East

There couldn’t be worthy life,

Just doomed and vain strife.

There was no place on Earth

Where wizards could rest and live,

Not one single hospitable land

Where those of human heart

Who possessed the scepter of Fire,

The eternal crown of Water,

Or the gifts of the generous Earth

And the spirit of the free Wind

Could stay in peace.

No one, except the lands of Dracula,

Of wicked witches of dark souls.

To Transylvania he ought to go

And long stay there,

Waiting for the eternity of Time and Nature

That could never come,

The taste of the impossible future (…)

Tomás Vicente (ex-aluno)