Going down to the valley of hell,
Away from the mountain of light.
Drawn to the darkness within himself,
Secure in his own fighting might.
Leaving behind the white elven halls,
With their spires of music and song.
Turning his eyes, his bright foolish eyes
Blinded to the depths of his wrong.
I like this alot the rhymes and lines are written well, great write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poignant reflection crafted in persuasive poetic expressions. Heartfelt poem with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing Kelsy.