I am Jason,
I know not my last name
But my past is full of much pain.
I am glad I do not know;
I was sold by my mother
And forced to become a Ghost.
I became invisible to the world;
I am nothing more than a tool
But a tool that is feared.
I am cursed by the fallen;
I lost my place in this war
And lost the only ones who ever understood.
I fear nothing at all,
I am Jason
A Ghost to the grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this one good job.