They are from such a crude and cruel time
When deceit is but for just a dime
They have plotted with their father
What it will cost doesn't matter
They have sworn an oath in darkness
To fulfill their pledge and nothing less
They are the poisonous arrows in their father's quiver
The bane that struck to evoke disorder
They are quick to bury their path in lies
And quicker to deceive the mind of the ordinary eyes
He who trusts them trusts the dark
And will perish by the jaws of what lurks in the dark
Truth, to them, is a mere flight of fancy
A flippant myth tethering a strange fallacy
The knot slips and makes mockery of the tether
And the myth has come to the end of its tether
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem