The mention of name, sends shivers up spine,
The golden sun fades, as your armour it shines.
The flowing mane clouding, a face full of wrath..
A battle-cry sounds, as you walk through the path.
Death-wish passes through, the foes, who stand,
The aura of might, sends a chill through the land.
Thousand flaming hearts they were, the army of foe,
Flashing sword struck death, to thousands, no more.
Blow upon blow, as you struck at the helm
The whole kingdom crumbled, new lord of the realm.
Blood streamed like river, engulfing you whole,
But sightless eyes did more than stirring the soul.
Slayed at yor hands, oh! mighty one we,
Have rid of the pain you shall evermore see.
The stain that you bear upon sinewed hands,
Shall stand between hero and hallowed land.
So wake up now from, the nightmare you live,
No light can you get, if tis darkness you give.
The scarlet sun shines, as your hands are washed clean,
By tears of the eyes, which gloated at sin.
Land and air and men and throne,
All won with hatered, as I stand here, alone.
No fear shall pass as they look upon me,
As darkness is caged now, my heart is set free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really nice metaphorical poem, nice one