A star is born tonight.
Crossing all, this world to light;
He is come.
On quick foot he ran his race.
In the heavens to take his place,
He is gone.
'Son, let patience be our friend.
Until I to Time's will bend,
Death is King.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed, death is king. Nice. Thanks for sharing.