what is a the end of this path?
I've been told it was an old road
... an old road I'm told
what winds have blown 'cross this road?
I've been told they were harsh winds
... harsh winds I'm told
what spirits were among the tops of pines along this
road?
I've been told they were the most nefarious of spirits
... concertedly wicked I'm told
what of the fate of men that traveled this old road?
I've been told not to speak of such fate
... unspeakable I'm told
what of the souls of those men?
I've been told that they have none
... soulless I'm told
so... I go myself
though with great trepidation
for I cannot resist the greatest human temptation
to go where goodness abruptly stops
and evil subtly seduces
to conquer the not yet conquered
to defy The Evil
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem