Стих 18. Verse 18
The Reigned Dome just stays forgotten,
As if it was unworthy place,
A place of our past knight's glory,
That now noone will dare to gaze.
Yet one appeared to be immortal,
And songs he sang has molten light.
His tongue did broke eternal moral,
The greens refused from now to fight.
The bard sat close to Dome's entrance,
A solid rock, from ancient times.
He sat and sang with luring grace,
And Dome resent him charming chimes.
The bard has spoken to the greens,
As if they were all prudent,
And vines has tied his beneath,
And there was no more "sudden".
The greens has spoken to the bard,
Yet he was being silent.
It's really making things so hard,
Since he was being tied.
His mouth is shut from now and on,
His body simply shutter.
The nature made the deal with him,
The bard did never died.
All vines has formed the lovely strings,
The words became a sentence.
The songs of bard... The nature sings,
In bard's immortal absence.
And now the ones to just pass by
Will gaze with growing wonder
Of how the Dome now sings and why
Is there a sense of murder.
They are all blind, as you can see,
The bard is made immortal,
His songs are known now over seas,
His songs are now not mortal.
And if you pass the Reigned Dome,
Be sure, you'll get a smile,
And then you'll catch a glimpse of home.
The bard is singing mild.