In the time to follow,
your aged, disease-riddled
form will bear nothing
but the memory of the
strength and cunning that was
and you will slide, softly, down.
That lifetime you knew
exists now through a veil
on the other side of the world-
your private Camelot; don't worry.
You are not alone.
They are all here to see you off-
The shadow-girls
The denizens
The stern-faced cyclops...
Like the big fish from the movie,
you will swim into legend,
and they will continue your
tall tale long after you
have left this world behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem