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Dat Blodseggen

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Ümme dere nacht de weg slengt
Nêne beweginge över deme wolde
Wârup de mâne stilligen hengt
Under sünd de stênes kold.

Aver sô sachtmödig kömt an
De maged mit wîten klêden
De êne ick kande wel fôran
Fan weme wî de dôt hörden.

Ick frâge vele unde wî spreket
Tîd gât aver wî sêchet sê nicht
De dag övergât unde wî wecket
Ick kêre unde du büst hîr nicht.

Wârstu êne wicht ifte drômde ick?
Bî deme rugge bün ick fordövet,
Forgeten dünkt mî undenklick
Dat ick hîr dîn spôk sach, wîget.
'Dat Blôdseggen', a Middle Low German poem I wrote after reading a ghost story xD

Around the night the way snakes
No move upon the forest
On which the moon hangs slowly
Under are the cold stones.

But so calm you come,
The girl with white clothings
Who I knew well, long time ago
Whose death we heard.

I ask a lot and we speak
Time goes on but we don't see it
Dawn comes and we awaken
I turn but you're not there.

Were you an illusion or did I dream?
In the ridge goes a numbing feeling,
It seems impossible to forget,
That I saw your ghost, holy.
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GUDRUN355's avatar
It's good verse and I like the mood of the piece. You did a nice job :)