Arrow - Helengard

Wind will suddenly dry my tears,

War screams will shatter a fantasy of old plains —

Dispel subtle hushfulness of frozen trees in a field;

Will summon a cloud over this white distance.

Fireflag is proudly moving in the air,

Aboveground after battles

A Kestrel is crying above a deep forest,

Flies over the fields in a narrow arc.

I charm the winds and snows,

To take away an arrow from my heart.

I bewitch a flying arrow,

Don’t touch the grass — just fade away

I don’t want to see in nocturnal dreams,

That I am touched by sanguine hair.