SENTIMENTS FOR THE REMAINING FLOWER
a Hannibal poem by JetNoir
Clarice Starling,
I know you are in this room,
And I am elsewhere,
Endless contemplating,
Future, Present, and Past.
Flying free,
Your dark soul,
Pursuing a thousand years,
Fleeing the end of all,
Did you forget to read the small print?
Are nightmares invading your heart?
Does fear infiltrate your gut?
Am I that much of il Monstrum
To you?
Are you afraid,
Clarice Starling,
Working so hard; for those above you, beneath you,
Hating and loving, and loathing and adoring,
Everything in this Earth.
Are you, a furious Angel?
Wrathful, and omnipotent,
Or do you quiver
As you,
Dozor Nochnoi.
These words, are for you, Clarice.
And for you, alone.
These are memories, opinions, hopes, and fears.
They are sentiments, for you, the remaining flower.
Russian translations:
"il Monstrum" - 'a Monster'
"Dozor Nochnoi" - "Watch the Night"
Note: I've been having a lot of problems writing lately, so I hope this is an end to it all. I hope my Russian is accurate, but I'm not a hundred percent sure, so if it isn't, please tell me, and I'll alter it accordingly. Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed this poem, and please review.
Disclaimer: Hannibal is copyright to Thomas Harris; and the story, plus original characters to me. This story has been written on the understanding that you may read it and print it out; but you may not pass it off as your own, hire it out, or sell it for money. You also may not put it on your own or any other web page (that includes links) without my express written permission. Thankyou!
JetNoir