اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The darkness plain and fertile
A breeze flame-scented and warm
Would set a forceful glow
Sparks from the anvil
As high as a throne
Hammers from heights
Brows with a crown
A bow from fire to another
A season of raging decay
The gates of oblivion
A the moments of grace
