I can feel the hollow
The emptiness in the corner where you heap
At the mercy of your reckless shadow
The substance of a true legend yet to be
Broken into splinters
Piece by piece you fall
you stood once, gloriously gracious
Your substance and your honor broken
Shattered by your reckless shadow
The sun's red and bored
The moon's dark and dulled
'tis to weep for a true legend yet to be
How gay can he be?
For he no longer stands to glory
He wakes and dies losing gaiety
A dead substance is a lost legend
A reckless shadow, deadly disease
He wails in the concave of oblivion
The substance of a true legend yet to be
He bids to resist, to conquer
The tyranny of his reckless shadow
He prays providence a chance
'tis for revolution
To reinvent the legend in him
The substance must win his shadow shattered
BY DANIEL MENTOR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem