There was a clan.
Who had a grand house.
Twenty thousand fort nights it stood.
Through the clan became less known.
They dwelled in secret.
Until the last of them had gone.
Then only remants remained seen.
Until they were tattered to nothing.
Then only the house did stand.
Until the years of abatis is come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem