Black is The Night

 BLACK IS THE NIGHT 

Black is the night on the mountains 

Snow fall on the rocks. 

In the dark, in the wild nature, on the rough stones, the narrows, the klepht hits his sword.

In his right hand holds a thunderbolt.

The mountain is his palace, the sky his covering and the gun his hope.

The tyrants flee scared by his black knife.

With sweat rains his bread, he knows how to live with honor, and how to die.The wiliness runs the world and the unjust fate.

The bad owns the wealth and here on the rocks resides, the hidden virtue.

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Origin: March of the Hellenic Army

Poetry by: Alexandros Rizos Ragavis

Theme: Based on the life of Hellenic fighters (Klephtes) of the revolution of 1821.

Photo: The creator of the poetry