The hero of Breon lay dying
his armor and heart pierced by a dark knight's blade
his thoughts are on the future of his city
as away his life slowly fades
The people will suffer and lose their faith
he will be mentioned in their darkest tales
not because he was the villain
but because of the way he failed
Dozens of tasks not even started
a thousand battles wait to be won
but he cannot do anything about it all
except to leave it to his unborn son
His widow will train the lad herself
as the father watches on from the skies
he'll be the first to herald the dawn
when the new hero of Breon will rise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem