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Since childhood, a passion for cards I've had,
Though only with age did I play them in earnest.
To join the secret club was my heart's fad,
I chased my dreams, their trails I did traverse.
The players' whispers filled the air,
Of decks within the club's confine.
The cards' bright hues were vibrant there,
The prize made teeth grit and jaws line.
On a winter's eve, my dreams came true,
At the table, the owner dealt the hand.
Cards of ethereal beauty in my view,
Fierce and desperate for that prize so grand.
The Jack slyly winked from the card at me,
The Queen fanned herself, a smile hiding coyly.
The club's owner just sipped his Brandy leisurely –
The key was to bet without erring unduly!
Within the secret club, a game is played!
The deck's cards seem to be truly alive.
Time for the prize to be duly conveyed,
But twisted fingers that cup do deprive.
The first foe folded with a sigh of dismay,
A straight in my hand, no need for fretting.
Soon I'd be raking the chips in my way,
Yet something was making my heart unsettling.
The twisted fingers of the host upbore
A cup with a face-down card laying inside.
Hidden from prying eyes by the door,
I took the card and a chill I couldn't hide.
Within the secret club, I won the great prize!
Joy lasted a moment, no more, I'm afraid.
With the blank card forever my soul now lies –
Unwillingly part of the deck I was made.
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Since childhood, a passion for cards I've had,
Though only with age did I play them in earnest.
To join the secret club was my heart's fad,
I chased my dreams, their trails I did traverse.
The players' whispers filled the air,
Of decks within the club's confine.
The cards' bright hues were vibrant there,
The prize made teeth grit and jaws line.
On a winter's eve, my dreams came true,
At the table, the owner dealt the hand.
Cards of ethereal beauty in my view,
Fierce and desperate for that prize so grand.
The Jack slyly winked from the card at me,
The Queen fanned herself, a smile hiding coyly.
The club's owner just sipped his Brandy leisurely –
The key was to bet without erring unduly!
Within the secret club, a game is played!
The deck's cards seem to be truly alive.
Time for the prize to be duly conveyed,
But twisted fingers that cup do deprive.
The first foe folded with a sigh of dismay,
A straight in my hand, no need for fretting.
Soon I'd be raking the chips in my way,
Yet something was making my heart unsettling.
The twisted fingers of the host upbore
A cup with a face-down card laying inside.
Hidden from prying eyes by the door,
I took the card and a chill I couldn't hide.
Within the secret club, I won the great prize!
Joy lasted a moment, no more, I'm afraid.
With the blank card forever my soul now lies –
Unwillingly part of the deck I was made.
More of Russian punk rock in the dark fantasy setting for ya xP
Song: Тайный клуб by Nagart
Original: https://youtu.be/uZ6zUadvOXE?si=MK_L9slYLgoQsY3b
Genre: Punk rock, fantasycore, horrorcore
Song: Тайный клуб by Nagart
Original: https://youtu.be/uZ6zUadvOXE?si=MK_L9slYLgoQsY3b
Genre: Punk rock, fantasycore, horrorcore
Category Poetry / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 94 x 120px
More adaptations of Russian songs, especially pop songs. Perfect adaptation.
Oh no haha, don't expect pop from me xP Mostly rock. But yeah, let's spread the punk word!!
And thank you man heh^^
And thank you man heh^^
An interesting world, this one. To win, and yet lose all the same. Lovely translation and art!
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