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.