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[justtwestt]

With strength he didn't know

It's you I'm fighting for

[eposettemyass]

[thaenatos]

ENJOLRAS

Je sais que le jour viendra Où le vent se lèvera Et nous serons des milliers

[eposettemyass]

“R e s t.” - Kylin 7.8.17 [full poem text under the cut]

Rest.

I rest from the wicked

And from the breath

That is called

Wind

Which pierces my clothes

When I lie where grapes trickle

Like blood.

I rest as the shadow does

From the bright

Sun

When he casts his rage

Into the sky.

I rest like the white

When the red

Holds the reins between

Slender fingers.

I rest after nights of

Fire

Myself being made of wood.

I rest when my pebbles

Are discarded

When comparing to

Diamonds.

I rest when the God

Comes down from Olympus

To aim his arrows at my head,

But instead hits my

Heart.

I rest as a symphony

Plays the song of

Sacrifice

With instruments of destruction.

I rest as the yellows falls,

As the blue falls,

And as the comets who fought for the sun

Give their last light.

But when red cries aloud,

When God holds breath

To envelop the arrows of man,

I

Awake.