writing Betrüger

[Mizune 37]

Held as three, foist thy victory

Betwixt moon blaze and lead gaze

Doth I be, a requiem of a misery

 

A world I phase, pestilence rays

Disease smothers the many others

Mine hand to raze, thy eye grays

 

Morning, brothers; Remove covers

Blow the horn, in the early morn

Womb of mothers gets no druthers

 

Past, of chains born, of a thorn

Desire amaranthine, shadow sheen

Terra I scorn in an hour forlorn

 

Present, crystalline to pristine

Soon in a dream of crimson theme

I be, of green, a black one agin

 

Future, scream in a horrid steam

Choked, thy airs; Fed, my flares

I am supreme and grow thy stream

 

Ultimate power ensnares who errs

Maddening rings upon the strings

Ruination impairs those unawares

 

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The poem is bleh, but that is because I used a very hard rhyming scheme.

[Mirad 217]

I don't get it. Mainly cause of the title name

Seriously, though, what is it about? It's just a little too confusing for me, I hardly ever read poetry...

[Mizune 37]

Betrüger is German for "Trickster".

 

Part of the story requires a bit of background knowledge. It is about a manifestation of Mephistophiles, the demon in the German legend of Faust, and his proclamation of his plans to eradicate humanity, detailing a plan of his prescence in three demonic forms: Daemon of Past, Daemon of Present, Daemon of Future (The three Daemons being the "brothers" mentioned). Roughly, the translation would be this:

 

Held as three, foist thy victory: In three forms, I will prevent your kind from winning

Betwixt moon blaze and lead gaze: In the middle of the month

Doth I be, a requiem of a misery: I will come to spread misery

 

A world I phase, pestilence rays: In this world of vileness and putrescent ways

Disease smothers the many others: Your diseases run rampant and claim lives

Mine hand to raze, thy eye grays: I shall rid you of your worries, by speeding up the process

 

Morning, brothers; Remove covers: Brothers, I greet you; Reveal yourselves to the world

Blow the horn, in the early morn: Let the world know in the dawn of the next day

Womb of mothers gets no druthers: A mother may give birth, but she does not decide fate

 

Past, of chains born, of a thorn: Behold the wicked Daemon of Past, born in a prison

Desire amaranthine, shadow sheen: With undying will and the appearance of a shadow

Terra I scorn in an hour forlorn: With this, I curse the Earth in the forgotten hours before

 

Present, crystalline to pristine: Behold the wicked Daemon of Present, who ascended from ash to divinity

Soon in a dream of crimson theme: Soon within a visionary world of blood

I be, of green, a black one agin: With this, I will stand a blackened opponent to the beauty of Earth

 

Future, scream in a horrid steam: Behold the wicked Daemon of Future, who rises from the mist to call you to death

Choked, thy airs; Fed, my flares: Your breath is taken and you are merely fuel for my fires

I am supreme and grow thy stream: With this, I am supreme over all, and I reign with terror to make you bleed more

 

Ultimate power ensnares who errs: My incredible power takes the life of those who let down their guard

Maddening rings upon the strings: I am the ultimate puppetmaster, watch how easily I manipulate all

Ruination impairs those unawares: My destructive power with slaughter those who expect it the least

 

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There is another meaning to it, but its more nerdy and pathetic.