I'll destroy your house of clay
Watch you walk away
Gathering yourself
In the scattered winds sway
In the battered suns beams
Is the tattered torn fray
From the pieces you collect
Are the dreams I'll sweep away
With the leaves I burn alive
In the breeze you feel the warmth
So deceived your drenched in lies
Malcontent to drip in scorn
As your forced to face the life
Behind your eyes within your womb
Are the screams turn muffled cries
Your stifled will I will consume
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Terrific poem Ed! Poe-ish in a good way. Best I've read in a week!