If morbid silence can be tamed
If darkness can be controlled
Death Arena will do
and our freedom will be known.
Even murder can be righted
by another's death
But killing is never wrong,
If the being is lesser to you
Here, a new race will hide
From all hurtful eyes.
But sacrifice must be made
And death arena will help them pay
Without death arena
these people would surely die
These beings called the Lukan
will fight against the fine
Until tier light waver and cease.
But their race as a whole
will endure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem