Black Prince gallops through the night
Black hounds yelp at his roaring flight
Black hooves thunder, crush the ground
Scattering ashes all around.
White Prince stepping through the flowers
Lord of glorious, shining hours
Bright and gleaming smiles the day
Silver, gold unfolds the way.
Deep in the forest where day greets night
There they will meet, there they will fight
The struggle to last a whole life long
Until their mighty strength is gone
And they are but shadows.
Dance of the shadows, dance of dreams
Sunlight, pattering through the leaves
Or rain, it makes no difference.
Faith and hope may follow there
Through pearl gates to the end of fear
Through to that silence where all is clear
Deep in the forest, deep in the forest
Deep in the forest where day greets night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem