In the wizards tower library built 800 years ago
Abukcheech reads his book of ancient power
a magical accident gave him the form of a rodent
and he seeks to reverse the spell
The stave in his left paw stands taller than him
as he reads though the giant tome in on the alter in front of him
his old hat and staff are propped up on the steps
he has made out of old manuscripts and codexes
illuminated only by the light of candles on the walls
and the moonlight streaming in from the hole in the ceiling
The ceiling high oak shelves are filled
with multiple coloured tomes of forbidden knowledge
most of them have never been read
and are doomed to keep their secrets hidden
until the eventual end of days
Every night Abukcheech looks for the answer
in order to return to his true self
to bring peace to the chaos outside
and banish the rule of darkness
threatening to destroy the country
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem