Through the fields of dust and stone, Where the weary winds have blown, A warrior walks alone.
Bound to fate yet seeking more, Lost in whispers from the shore, Dreams he dares not ignore.
Steel may sing, but hearts will bleed, Time will call, yet none are freed, Shadows rise where legends lead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is a very good poem! It has a great catchy ring to it.