The fortresses burn - blood flows everywhere,
Birds feast on the ruins of a grand age.
I seek solace from the violence in the mountains mazes,
Eating wild berries, my stomach aches with hunger.
One moment you are feasting and warm,
The next moment alone, cold, and hungry.
I sit by an ancient and indifferent waterfall,
So close to death and yet its beauty still moves me.
My thoughts wander in the silence,
Will my bones lay forgotten, bleached by the sun?
AD 882