Ever will Forbidden Knowledge
Give wings to your mind
But your feet will always bind
To the loneliest rock-ledge.
There will bloom the heather
By country-lanes in a wild spree
But your eyes will only see
Thorn-bushes and harsh weather
The Necromancer will always prey
Upon anyone pushing the veil aside;
A thousand snares he will hide
And the bait will throw your way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem