Dark tales were told of old,
Of two brothers of same household,
One of art, the other of steel,
Pillars that would not be brought to heel..
And then came the winds,
Like ocean waves the art saw its wings,
With fluttering heart and took down his veil,
A beauty to gaze..
But the steel saw a turbulence,
He hone his sword aimed with violence,
And cast his shield for nothing could phase,
The treacherous scheme it held within its vase..
And so, on two different planes they stood,
A conflict between heaven and hell,
For one to fully embrace, the other must leave,
A vessel for that which is to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem