Son of the wicked. Or so you wonder.
By the willow tree, and away from the thunder.
Have you ever dared to tell me your story? I doubt you think it would deface your glory. I cannot say, though I am not pure. Their cruel world is tainted, there is no cure.
We are not of this world. As we both see it. We were sent to understand, not to fit. But you Gabriel, are far more worth than I. Lorelei, so gentle yet afraid, never amounts to anything. Gabriel, so strong willed. While I, so fragile am nothing;
Our paths cross in a holocaust. We are safe, but others lost. Gabriel, one day you'll tell me the things most private. You don't say much. For you are completely silent.
We lie face to face, to comprehend, to wonder. Hiding away, finding our peace. Under our willow tree and away from the thunder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem