A hidden relic in the forest
He carries it to waterfall
Behind its tide grow crimson roses
(He)should use his blood to break the wall.
The supreme witch-king sent him here,
This sword-bearer, who's clad in black.
The relic is to stay forever
He never will be coming back.
No any wight should be sensed here
Around the fierce waterfall.
No one to take away from here
The relic, hidden behind wall.
All bloody roses grow impassable
Their thorns will never let you in.
The water's poisoned and unstoppable,
And wolves will come life to forbid.
The mighty spirit of the sword-bearer
Is the last instance to the heart.
So wild, so strong and undefeatable,
Your time for life will soon depart.
Of secrecy and conspiracy
© Copyright: Оксана Малефисента Тихомирова, 2013
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