Journey of the Moles — Belobog Ancient Poetry Collection

Journey of the Moles — Belobog Ancient Poetry Collection is a readable series found on Jarilo-VI.

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Pilgrimage North of Snowfield

I had once gazed toward the snowcapped peak

Frosty springs had yet flow into the prologue
But appear skybound the eyes of others in the dark hours
Clouds enveloped the mason in the village
And travelers peer into the Amber's past

The journey of my heart
Is the pilgrimage of my soul

I had once gazed toward the snowcapped peak

In the days boreas borrowed my singing voice
The land and the birds will all fall silent
You will see the spine of the world on the mining veins
Above the stars and below the bonfire wood
Forging memories in the name of the blacksmith
Given meaning by the supreme fire

I dig burrows, and you build walls
I dig burrows, and you build walls
And one day the walls will fall
And one day the tears will fall
The end is etched into the distant plains
Waiting for this poem to die
Till the snowcapped peaks close their eyes
Or the flowers fall

Dusk in Rivet Town

I am jealous of the gear that lost the dusk
The turning days never had a future
Three shields per bottle
The retail sale of souls
Just enough for one mouthful in a meal

Amber, amber, yet another amber for enrichment
The stars in the hometown are never on time
Wind, wind, another wind howls as a hawk
The evening light tolls
And takes away the stone pier with nowhere to go in Rivet Town

Shackles applied, on a moist heart
How could it be measured in kilograms
Yet another stone statue stands at the start of the mine shaft
The mining machines sculpt the pattern of its own trousers
Passersby all say
It's so foolish

Chubby Larry

Chubby Larry walking one step every three seconds
To cross his brown kingdom
Past the
Forty centimeters of mine cart
Past the
Festival that lasts from winter to summer

Qlipoth had said
We should build his temple with love
But humans only ever offered rocks and words

Qlipoth had been here
And gave him a sexy pickaxe
He thought it was a secret
He always faced the night deep in the mines, and shouted with his arms up high
Chubby Larry!
He thought he probably wasn't young anymore
Fifty years of song
Sealed away his arms like a mine collapse

Larry of the Broken-Arms!
He embraced the winter like a rock crab and roared
He walked past the silent beach of broken rocks with his draft
His boss always scolded him
With a ring of glory! With the clouds!

Lazy Larry!
He stared at the funeral worm at the corner
And cried in front of them, alone
Larry the Crybaby!
People no longer needed his stories
Using the wanted poster of poverty as silver threads, they sewed his mouth shut

Sorrowful Larry!
But he could still hear
The breaths of flowing ores and the running steps of words
Sorrowful Larry had to live in a portable coffin
Taking out his sincere pickaxe
Folding it into the form of birds he had never seen
And flipped backward twice in overcritical degrees

Mute Larry!
Weaving lyrics in the caves all on his own
He ate seventeen, Soothing Mushrooms
He said, "Wake me!"
And seventeen poets slapped his face

They say, Larry was no more!
Larry had nothing and crossed the Great Mine
Like an iron pickaxe, he was buried in the earth

The passersby never saw this
They just say
A chubby man fell asleep

Other Languages

Language	Official Name
English	Journey of the Moles — Belobog Ancient Poetry Collection
Chinese (Simplified)	《鼹鼠记》贝洛伯格古诗集
Chinese (Traditional)	《鼴鼠記》貝洛伯格古詩集
Japanese	『モグラ記』ベロブルグ古詩集
Korean	벨로보그 고전 시집 ≪두더지 이야기≫
Spanish	Recopilación de poesía antigua de Belobog «El viaje de los topos»
French	Le voyage des Taupes — Ancien recueil de poèmes de Belobog
Russian	Сборник древней поэзии Белобога «Путешествие Кротов»
Thai	ชุดบทกวีแห่ง Belobog "บันทึกของตัวตุ่น"
Vietnamese	Tập Thơ Cổ Belobog "Bút Ký Chuột Chũi"
German	Alte Gedichtsammlung aus Belobog – „Die Reise der Maulwürfe“
Indonesian	Kumpulan Puisi Belobog Lama "Kisah Perjalanan The Moles"
Portuguese	"Jornada das Toupeiras", Coleção de Poesia Antiga de Belobog

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