At first your look a monster I thought not green and rotten but white and taught.
Why did you look this way your vacant eyes took mine and then did stay.
A soulless stare did you possess I thought this my final sight I would witness.
I gaze down your lengthened arms up to this face I have no fear has I leave this place.
My vision fades and sleep is near the face of a monster I see before I disappear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem