The Narration

I hear the sound of irons rough collision,
the sound of heavy contact of those cold surfaces,
and this sound
has always been with me
since my child hood,
and it's strange sad echo
yet grafts my moments
to the past.
Ah,
what a disaster this ascension is;
I am the son of steel age,
but my heart is not made of steel,
my arms can not even bear
the burden of villainy,
my body breaks,
and I have never been
the incarnation of old heroes,
and yet never will be
the hero of beautiful tales;
this is my narration.