In Morning, The Heimdalls Watch The Bifrost Poem by Tengre Asasiun Gurun Tengre

In morning, the Heimdalls watch the bifrost
This border divide the lands between
The heaven and hell, in fall the white frost,
Like the snow, covers the land like the screen.

It has already passed for seventy years
For ceasing fire. They alert for all night
Not missing the small sounds to their ears,
They watch the fronts to depend on the starlight.

But now the specters of the partisan are roaming
With restless, the country from morrow to midnight.
The Red Guards molested the queen by putting
The blame, and they're reviving under the moonlight.

The people're like zombie following with no brain.
But the zombies inherent, not the devils from the hell,
Are creep out and threaten the solar reign,
But nevermore, we'll not kneel on our knees to knell.