Poems ✍️
  11.09.2026
  17

Author: Herbert Nehrlich

Schwert

Da steht er nun, der Boesewicht
ein muedes Laecheln im Gesicht.
Er haelt das Schwert, holt aus zum Schwung...
In diesem Reich da stirbt man jung.
The rogue now stands
with weary smile
holds in his hands
with force and style
the sword, well-primed
his ego stung
momentum now
ye shall die young.


  Villainy duel mortality fate

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