I return so you can look at me
To unravel my own twists that turn,
I return with faint poems from the road
A splendid tale of how fire burns.
Inside my head a room of wonders
Kicked around Constantinople
Inside my head lightening thunders
In shadows that once were noble.
My spurs are gone, so is my saddle
Still music rides by my side
Everything else lost in battle
In the fog where chants collide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem