“Navgorod”

I wander the streets of Navgorod--

Cobblestone beset with cobwebs;

Soft dust settled on secrets

Concealed just beneath the years.

I hear the lonely patter

Of heals upon the paths

Where lanterns once were brightly strung

And great processions marched.

Did the tsar’s eyes rest upon the spot

Where I here stand?

Did he wonder of his future fate?

This knowledge was not his to have

Mighty as he was.

Though our blood flows red, these secrets

Our generation keeps.

This road few will wander,

For ghostly shadows of regret

Flit and flutter like the spirit-lanterns

Which no longer light my feet.

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