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MiSkriBa 25 - 11/04 - Ilow Tawel

#MiSkriBa a bes yn powerus ha vyvy hwath, ow patalyas er-bynn dyowlyow ha leun du (ha na Enys yn-unnik). Prompt hedhyw o skrifa bardhonek a gomprehend geryow kan. 

My re dhewisis rann a Ghost Love Score gen Nightwish a'y therri dhe furvya dalleth pub linen ow bardhonek.


 #NaPoWriMo powers on and so do i, fighting away demons and black dogs (and not just Enys!) Today's prompt is to write a poem that incorporates song lyrics. 


I picked part of Ghost Love Score by Nightwish and broke them up to form the start of each line of my poem.


Ilow Tawel 


My re gollas an vresel a henedh, 

An lergh a-rag dhymm yn darnow kerrek.

An huni a-dryv, yn maner ha gis, 

A'm hembronk a-hys dhe oles an kas. 


Dro vy dhe-dre ha diwvregh a'm shynd

Po gas vy yn-kerdh dhe dhiwedh an bys. 

Kara y'n du yw oll a hwer hwath, 

Ha kolon an nos a'm hat vy ynwedh. 

Quiet Music


 I have lost the war of the ages, 

The path before me in stoney ruins.

The one behind, in manner and way, 

Will lead me to the home of hate. 


Take me home and arms that hurt me

Or leave me be at the end of the world. 

Love in the dark is all that still turns, 

The heart of the night hates me as well. 



 


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