The wind was floating round the globe
To find and mourn the last king's tomb.
The glorious blood leaked down the slope
Nourished the roses and made them bloom.
King is a clay, legend was passed away,
Could this be his defeats?
Only the gods of lost cursed yesterday
Remember his thundering feats.
All of his fellows are lying in mud,
He lost no fights, but so what?
Time and memory will all the same scud
History is the main part of life's plot.
All was forgotten and now he sleeps
In the meadow of pristine dreams.
Behind the curtains descendant screams:
We need no masters or kings!
Only the wind is looking for the lord
As a loyal knight through all the dim
To divide his sorrow in the oblivion ward
And lay sword and shield beside him.