As it begins
so must it end
so speaketh the wise ones
From the start
doom was in sight
but hope doth shroud reason
in a cloak of darkest nights
Oh hope,
the weary heart that beats on
even in the chests of ghosts
with memories long lost
You dared,
to stab such a heart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Someone else will come along..... bri :)