| Ein Gedicht... |  |
Of all the words in language found,
None is quite so strange as KHADD.
It echoes with a mystic sound,
A name that's neither good nor bad.
What does it mean? We cannot tell,
For it is born of dream and lore,
A word that's come from deepest well,
Or maybe from some other shore.
Perhaps it's magic, dark and old,
Or maybe it's a hero's name,
A legend written, yet untold,
A mystery we cannot claim.
Whatever KHADD may be or mean,
It stirs the soul and fires the mind,
A word that's strange, yet quite serene,
A glimpse of what we cannot find.
Leider nicht von mir, aber ihr könnt euch schon denken, wo es herkommt... :-D