Not exactly an auspicious start to the journey
In the dust bin is the effort it took to get here
Should have given up before you reached your goal
Give up and be happy and free
Sometimes you look at your participation trophy
And it brings no sense of pride nor accomplishment
I have no desire for regeneration so this was a wasted time quest
You talk about it and fail to convince yourself that this was anything worthwhile
Your spoken words have a yellow dog tinge of fear and leave a spreading bloodstain of doubt
My knight, you found your armor was too heavy to carry
You drank of the cup of random setbacks
Instantly felt the death throw regret that makes one spasm in a rock hard hospital bed
It is a given that the young knight is not the wisest but his happiness or lack of it is sewn into the chainmail of ignorance
The older knight slew a worthless adversary, that's a dragon with asthma that couldn't even light a candle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem