I slipped from view...And into the night.
The night of gone...The shame of flight.
I was a king...A king of dawn...All alone,
Deep into the night.
I was a king, have you guessed so right? ...
I am now gone into my journey.
Away, was I swept, upon a gurney.
I was a king...
In wing-ed flight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem