The Martyr's Path

Dare ut eligere the path with no trails

Dare ut eligere the path with no crooked grass

The Road Not Taken, superficed ignis

Behold its contour, behold its grief

The sole track to beautiful destination

Proceeding towards an obscure consequence.

Neither eternity nor the horizon

Was forth the glee of nomads

Even if sol falls on every dark edge

Even if ros decends on every dry land

Even if blood runs on every dead being

Fate of life persists to endure

Unless the nomad turns a martyr

Unless the man steps on the uncrooked grass