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Draconian Poetry No. 4 - Snow on a Mountain
The recent demolition of a defunct secret Soviet facility in 1993 have yielded several stone inscriptions of Draconian origins. Radiocarbon dating from a joint team of American and Georgian dragonologists have pinpointed an approximate date of its writing to the year 950 AD. The poem tablets were found nearly 20 kilometres north of Ambrolauri, Georgia.
Romanised Reconstructed Text
Hrafa LyuQarsa [hjakon 950 y.o.]
Inec draahi rasto vasmuniym gyhan sidar
Nian yu’ora inega atagen.
Uhrei epol draahi orze lak alinar
Lokar xet ruvenyr keth orze lak
Erka vamusa yoncino myoncoka ithetemai.
Atha, xetei kjane hila onol.
Orze lazurova ula kyavitaquhr negon,
Hevpaxa caasan itha nugyote caasan.
Sazel epolozh sharvi kyuk,
Isicge elghe bile der xamotas.
Nekel kane teluq aghyedhatesl,
Atha xixhoi ilirar sobev
Grav agilirva.
Qarsel lin azehrivace mefag,
Syamihevoran lyehrafa viban xiba,
Erka arzon kurelva vax syilan.
Lokar xet anyaarenyr,
Grav epol anyaarenyr,
Ryajbane adedethanoqi midag,
Qoq nex nimaz draahi tolyonad,
Hrafel lyuqarsel fyate nugyote underav.
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English Translation:
Snow on a Mountain [c. 950 CE]
The movement of his tongue calls to a bygone age,
I cannot feel anything physical about it.
Because even though his tongue crossed mine,
He makes me think of myself,
Of great histories and present gratifications.
Yet, I find myself with no chapters.
For all my despair and joys culminated,
He makes me human and makes me cry.
I sink my claws into him with pride,
I cling on to what I dearly love.
Many have said that it cannot happen,
And yet the world was kind enough
To be unkind to me,
For the mountain we climbed without wings,
And now we sit at the top on snow,
The great journey that makes us cuddle.
He has no need for me,
And I have no need for him,
But our compasses point the same direction,
And therefore our tongues shall meet,
On a mountain where the snow makes us cry.
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Category Poetry / All
Species Western Dragon
Gender Any
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