It is curious how I utter Surrender
and bow down when everyone is asleep
while releasing the arrows in the daylight
Yet my heart and mind pronounce
your name silently, and my dreams
cannot escape to reality without restless
anxiety of you standing on the realm
your crown held high,
your trusted knight lines up
to protect you from all threats
You will say it loud and clear:
The Monsters and The Walls are to stay
Then I will wake up with a sword in my hand
with the wreckage of the Walls and
the blood of The Monsters
and their love letter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem with fantastic imagery. I like enigmatic poems that make you think. Do we always wake up to reality or can we wake up into yet another dream?