Ki.DE, Виктория Шикова - Опалённый златом лик
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I was born from the womb of darkness,
Suckling hatred from the breast.
The crescent moon, a bared fangs,
Embraced me with its cold light.
The Horned Lord bestowed his blessing;
For thirty pieces of silver, he bought me—
A face seared by gold,
With hands clasped in prayer.

Our shared fear has been scattered as ash;
There, we touch the poisonous herbs
With cold and silent dust,
And plunge—sacredly—into the swamp of sin.
In His presence, the icon weeps blood;
The dim light of votive lamps foretells a curse.
Where the sky fell, all sank into the earth;
In empty minds, the seed of doubt has sprouted.
They shall burn beneath the sun's first rays at dawn,
Consumed by tongues of flame and smoke—
Leaving behind only charred bones upon a skeleton,
And nothing but bitterness—a nameless, faceless name.