День 28
#стихи_и_филки
"Легенда о принце" - "Эзар умрёт!", перевод мой. С неё и началась для меня эпопея с переводом.
Ezar will die!

Ezar will die!
The gossip’s screaming the worst.
He’s not immortal,
He’ll last two months at the most.
No one can hold
The crown and rule from the grave.
He is too old
To live though life he may crave.
Serg’s no Ezar,
By nature nor by his looks.
That's payback, Sire!
The Fate's revenge by the book.
He’ll never rule -
My word on this you can trust.
Power’s my poison,
My curse, my passion, my lust!

His jealous pride
Will lead him to his demise
The Prince’s too shallow
To see the trap I’ve devised.
If only Vortala
Has any luck, then - by God! -
He’ll grant me the throne
With just a stroke of his sword.
If Serg even wins,
His triumph indeed will be sad
The counts will see him
As heir to Yuri the Mad.
No sworn allegiance
From liegemen so aghast.
Power’s my poison,
My curse, my passion, my lust!

Of Charming Serg
His future doom makes a mock,
He blocks my way,
So he will die on the block.
I’ll raise his son
As I see fit - it’s a must.
Power’s my poison,
My curse, my passion, my lust!