Traveler

Traveler, I can not ask you, now

To be here with me, spend some time

Since, I am buried under this field

For a thousand years.

But I can tell you

Through the bright flowers

In this field, that, how history

Shattered this place for years

I can tell you through

This small stream, that,

How lush is this place

And even daemons loved it

I can tell you through

Every rock in this place, that,

What a rumbler is this castle

Telling stories all night

I can tell you through this

Mountain in the east corner

That how a shadow move

Like a snake is this place

I can tell you through the

Chinook wind, that,

How mystic is here at

Every winter and early spring

But traveler, now I am lost

And buried

In a quadrate of solid darkness

That, I can not understand you

From your foot steps

That who you really are and

Which trails you will suffer

The pain in your eyes

Where they came from

Traveler, I can not ask you, now

To be here with me, spend some time

Even if a second before

Your toe touched my heart

Traveler, I am buried and then lost.