Now i travel home, not in bands
But as a lone soul,
Who refused to fall to brutal slains
Of time, of rage and war tool
Today i travel as a war-lord
With a royal badge and many unseen bandages.
I am refined and fulfilled,
That i did not die a thousand's death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The voice of a courageous survivor. Beautiful poem