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5 утра-определенно не лучшее время для стихов, тем более по-английски, тем более если это перевод без рифмы
Примерный набросок

Strolling along an autumn forest
Comes the King in crimson and gold
Leaves at his feet are lying to rest
Maples are burning like fiery torches.
Autumn winds are singing of glory
Dancing through belfries of birches.
Forest has risen the banners to meet
The Lord of all forests in Middle-Earth.

Opals of roses roll in his palms
King is laughing, King the sorcerer
Autumn is full of bitter spice
Born in the bowl of fiery mornings.
King rises it in the name of Forest
In the name of crazy autumn dance
In the name of dying autumn song.
King is crying, King the sorcerer.

King is drinking for his betrothed
Lady of Night, Moon of the autumn
King with green eyes and hair of gold
Is married today with wishes for long
Spicy midnight of autumn wind
Silver midnight around full moon
Forest in flames of crystal moonlight
King is laughing, King the sorcerer.

Eyes that are green as magical flames
Pearls of fog hiding in locks
Maple the gold being his crown
Lips red and sore as an open wound.
Moonlight bathes his bowl
Bitter like wine, hot like a kiss
Moonlight is burning divine lips
King is laughing, King the sorcerer.

He strolls along an autumn forest
Eyes so green like leaves in spring
Maple the gold being his crown
Rubins of rowan hiding in palms

 

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