Requiem of Dawn | TeuTemp

Introitus, Kyrie, Graduale - The requiem's first part

(A/N: This fanfic is the English translation of my story "Requiem des Morgengrauens", which was written on my main account in spring 2020. The main ship here is the rarepair "TeuTemp" - Teutonic Knights/Prussia x Knights Templar. Said fanfic is the first one I wrote for this pairing and I handed it in at a fanfiction contest from an Austrian convention - Mosticon - in 2020, winning the first place with it. I tried making a manga out of it but I never published it as my art was kinda wobbly at that time. Instead I decided to translate this fanfic to share the story with the English speaking fandom as well. As my first language isn't English and my writing style in German is rather complex and too difficult for me to translate into English accurately, I used multiple online translators and read over it to prevent too many mistakes. If there still are some, please let me know, in order to correct the text. Thank you!  And have fun while reading!^^
P.S. I didn't know how to translate a German poem into English without loosing the rhyme, therefore I just rewrote half of it and I hope it still makes sense somehow, oof.)

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"When the calm evening greeted the world with a beautiful sight,

The moon kissed the black firmament with its light,
And every Christian slept in their bed,Some hoped that into God's kingdom, they were lead.
But the chances to get what they want were very slim.
It was never clear, what God wanted for him.
It was man's sin to despise an innocent creature,
To torment it, to laugh at it and they made themselves to a preacher,
They continued their wrongdoings until that man broke into pieces,
Even tough doing that was far away from what Jesus preaches.
They pushed the child through earthy hell,
He was no longer save and sound, wasn't able to get well.
Has God not learned to love thy neighbour?
Even those who you called a literal failure?
Mankind was a hypocrite, acted like they were in the right of pulling others down,
Reflecting oneself...was that the message hidden in therequiem of dawn?"

{𝔓𝔞𝔲𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔦 𝔱𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔦𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔖𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔦 ℌ𝔦𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔶𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰; 𝟙𝟚𝟚𝟠}

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Quiet and gentle touches of an old, worn-out sound filled the lukewarm evening air, with their harmonious vibrations and sounds, put them in a timeless atmosphere embraced by the golden, warm sun glow. It smelled of olives, it smelled of grain, it smelled of sea, it smelled of smoke, and in between the angelic melodies of a young, clear voice flew out into the wide world, lulled the listeners in their balance, giving them peace and enchantment despite the tragic meaning of the lyrics. People acted hypocritical and faked their understanding, became deaf when one tried to tell them the meaning of things, while clinging to the familiar, either because of fear or habituation. They did not listen, and yet they listened to the child's song as if an angel had appeared to them that day.

And yet blood-red stains adorned the soul of that angel, bled through the white linen. . . only they remained invisible to mankind, disappeared in the idyllic dusk. Many years, marked by goodness and sinful, bloody guilt, lay like a burden of a cross on the child's shoulders, whose curse seemed to be eternal youth, an almost eternal prison on earth. But even if that child witnessed terrible things in the world; they loved the people. He remained pious and reverent to God, rejoicing in the smile that kind-hearted people gave him when they helped them. For the journey that these faithful pilgrims had taken on their shoulders was anything but simple and full of good conscience. The danger lied everywhere, some people did not manage to find enough strength for this arduous journey and even got sick. Finally, robbers lied on the hiking trails in the mountains.