Colt

How many times
Take off the gun from floor.
Still breathing cold -
Barrel breaths like death.
And look inside the barrel -
I see the lashes
And heat in halls of hell.

In hands fate and in hands tremble,
The sound of teeth on sight barrel.
The fight of devils with devils of the God -
Knock inside four walls ...

It was dim light, reflecting moon.
Lethal twilight maiden.
Wailing crying neighborhood,
Sepulchral cry of a raven.

Efforts of white - body impulse...
Screech - the squeak of slain beasts...
Drops whirled, thundered into a night.
A requiem, blood,
Trail domain alongside,
Marry Christmas...

#andrey_of_rus

Original text on Russian:
http://www.stihi.ru/2011/04/30/5610