Arriving at last

    It has stumbled across the harsh

    Stones， the black marshes.

    True to itself， by what craft

    And strength it has， it has come

    As a sole survivor returns

    From the steep pass.

    Carved on memory's staff

    The legend is nearly decipherable.

    It has lived up to its vows

    If it endures

    The journey through the dark places

    To bear witness，

    Casting its message

    In a sort of singing.