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Passion Of Deepest DarknessPassion Of Deepest Darkness by ~Maurisaeth
The war was over and the fields and forests
Smoldered with the carcasses of Europe's men
In Holy Russia, the great upheaval
Arrived to herald civilization's end
Nicholas was prepared for this
Born on the Sixth of May
The celebration of the Feast Of Job
Whose ordeal the Tsar would repeat
In a vision, he had seen two goblets. One bitter, one sweet
And the bitter wine was poured upon his subjects heads
His spirit glowing, he proclaimed:
"Let this cup pass from my country, for I shall drink instead."
His most pious majesty
Reducing his personal fortune to want
All to ease his poor peasants plight
Extending his mercy to the wretched and crooked
The Romanov Dynasty PoemThe pearls scatterThe Romanov Dynasty Poem by ~CelticIrishgirl
Across the bloodied ground.
There lies servants,
A dog or two,
Doctors of the royal family,
And there lies the last Tsar,
His wife, the four flowers,
And the sunbeam of a son;
Here lies the Romanovs,
The last imperial family of Holy Russia,
With their hidden jewels, no covered in scarlet red,
May they lie in piece.
Ogla's PoemOh, here is she,Ogla's Poem by ~CelticIrishgirl
Ogla, the eldest,
Only a young lady, raised with
Jewels that helped make the bullets miss,
But only for the bullets to kiss,
Her hair now soaked in blood,
Does she fall, screaming for Mercuy,
But no man enjoys seeing children be
Shot at dawn.
Is it their fault for having royal blood?
Now time for pretty lady
Ogla to kiss her life,
For it ends...
Here....
In red.
Tatiana's JewelsHere liesTatiana's Jewels by ~CelticIrishgirl
Tatiana, the jewel of the throne,
Oh how here eyes once shined, now stare
Up in awe to the heaven of night, not years ago
To glow,
In a royal tomb with the pearls,
Your hair once soft curls,
Now matted in blood, as you
Were shot, your jewels not protecting
You from the cold bullets and boynets
That stricked you.
Ne'er shall the men who looked
To your apprenice forget you,
Dear Tatiana, the jewel, the last,
We shall hear from.
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I simply love Russia's history. I would die of emotion to visit Russia and see Romanov's palace (if it's still there)
