Such gallant knight
went down in flight
succumbing to the shadow
lured to his death
by whisper's breath
while seeking El Dorado.
Came the shade
within the glade
the Mountains of the Moon
and took his strength
laid him at length
where now his bones are strewn.
'Ride boldly ride'
the whispers chide
they seek another seeker
and in his fright
he takes to flight
his bones are growing weaker.
Another falls
to line the halls
the Valley of the Shadow
the gold they crave
leads to the grave
in a vale near El Dorado.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem