{"id":2212,"date":"2018-07-18T23:50:34","date_gmt":"2018-07-18T21:50:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ungesundes-halbwissen.de\/wp\/?p=2212"},"modified":"2018-10-15T09:22:20","modified_gmt":"2018-10-15T07:22:20","slug":"gannts-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ungesundes-halbwissen.de\/wp\/gannts-poems\/","title":{"rendered":"Gannt’s poems"},"content":{"rendered":"

Today I managed to finish the remaining two poems by Gannt. To make things more interesting (and in order to not post too many spoilers), this time I’ll post the original poems along the back-translated German versions. Enjoy!<\/p>\n\n\n
\nThe House of the Unicorn
\nBy Gannt<\/p>\n

Come! Enter into the rich house of the Unicorn.
\nOpen your ears and minds,
\nAbsorb the magic of the steed’s fair horn!
\nWe are not now,
\nnor never have we been
\nChildren of the Unicorn.
\nBut if we give in to ourselves,
\nand listen to music of the elves
\none day soon we will be with the Unicorn.<\/p>\n

On the day of thy birth
\ncame forth a new ray of sun to our earth
\nProviding warmth and green riches
\nto drive away the sorcery of witches.
\nAnd we all take part in the gifts of the harvest moon,
\nand give ourselves to the lute and the tune
\nand drink the wealth of the early morning dew
\nand savor the pleasure held by the precious chosen few.<\/p>\n

Oh, to belong to the chosen of the Unicorn,
\nThe wealth of spirit, no fear of the forlorn.
\nWe can dance in the meadows by the whispering wonders,
\nand ride forth on lightning and command the thunder.
\nOh, great steed, thou magical beast,
\nin thine honor we break bread and feast.
\nWe raise our cups high in twilight’s last never
\nWe are in the House of the Unicorn where we will dwell forever.\n<\/td>\n

\nThe House of the Unicorn
\nBy Gannt<\/p>\n

Come on! Step into the unicorn’s house.
\nOpen your ears, your minds send out:
\nExperience the magic of Unicorn Horn!
\nIt’s not us,
\nand we never were:
\nChildren of the unicorn of magical mica.
\nBut if we give ourselves in,
\nand the elves raise their voices,
\nwe will soon be living with the unicorn.<\/p>\n

The day you saw the light of day,
\nthe sun sent us a new beam of light,
\nwhich with warmth and rich green feast
\nbanished the witches’ sorcery.
\nAnd so we enjoy what the autumn moon bestows,
\ngive ourselves in to lute and melody,
\nrejoice in the morning dew, which heavily lowers the leaves of plants
\nand dance with joy and the steed’s magic in mind.<\/p>\n

Oh, to be among the unicorn’s chosen ones,
\nno fear of the forlorn can disturb us.
\nWe dance in the meadows by the whispering wonders,
\nand ride on lightning and command thunders.
\nOh, you horned steed of great stature
\nwe celebrate to your honor, magical creature.
\nWe raise our tankards, water the past year:
\nIn the house of the unicorn in which we linger forever.\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n\n\n
\nThe Crying Lute
\nBy Gannt<\/p>\n

The lute in mine hands as I softly strum,
\ncries for it knows the hollow man I have become,
\nof my tragedy, of my sorrow, of my lonely despair.
\nOnly my lute listens, alone, only it cares. <\/p>\n

Though I am a knight,
\nand mine emotions I hide,
\nI still feel the soul-eating darkness inside.
\nI am a man of armour and a man of the sword,
\nbut the blackness I feel I cannot ward.<\/p>\n

The green swine came, silent coward attacks,
\nwith bow and arrow, with sword and axe.
\nThey came for our blood, for our flesh to eat,
\nWe hacked them to death, our blades flaying their meat. <\/p>\n

Though I have loved her, she still left this life,
\nher pale white skin pierced by a goblin’s bloody knife.
\nBut I am left here, an empty shell of a man.
\nI cannot speak, the sorrow is more than I can stand. <\/p>\n

Others drink themselves blind, but I cannot partake
\nThe others celebrate, but smiles I can’t fake.
\nI will sit here by the fire and softly strum,
\nonly my lute knows the hollow man I have finally become.\n<\/td>\n

\nThe Crying Lute
\nBy Gannt<\/p>\n

The lute in my hands, playing a sad tune.
\nBecause it realizes what a shadow of myself I am:
\nThe tragedy, my grief, the quiet despair.
\nOnly my lute listens to me, knows about the lack of meaning in my life. <\/p>\n

Although, as a knight in shining armour
\nI know how to hide my feelings,
\nInside me I feel the soul devouring blackness.
\nI am a man of armor, a man of sword and sweat,
\nbut the darkness, I cannot eradicate.<\/p>\n

Silently and cowardly, the pigs attacked, the Green
\nwith sword and axe, with bow and arrow.
\nThe monsters, as big as giants, wanted to butcher us
\nbut they died as our blades ran through their flesh. <\/p>\n

Though I loved her, she was taken from me,
\npierced by a bloody knife of a goblin man.
\nI am alone, soullessly hollow, dazed by loss.
\nI can’t speak, the grief is more than I can bear. <\/p>\n

Others drink themselves blind, celebrate loudly without being squeamish.
\nThe others are having fun. I can’t believe it. What madness.
\nI’m gonna sit here by this fire and strum quietly,
\nonly my lute know what shadow of myself I am.\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Today I managed to finish the remaining two poems by Gannt. To make things more interesting (and in order to not post too many spoilers), this time I’ll post the original poems along the back-translated German versions. Enjoy! The House of the Unicorn By Gannt Come! Enter into the rich house of the Unicorn. Open […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2212","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ultima-7-serpent-isle"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ungesundes-halbwissen.de\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2212","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ungesundes-halbwissen.de\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ungesundes-halbwissen.de\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ungesundes-halbwissen.de\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ungesundes-halbwissen.de\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2212"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ungesundes-halbwissen.de\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2212\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2213,"href":"https:\/\/ungesundes-halbwissen.de\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2212\/revisions\/2213"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ungesundes-halbwissen.de\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2212"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ungesundes-halbwissen.de\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2212"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ungesundes-halbwissen.de\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2212"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}