The honor was saved by timidly
reaching beyond the clouds.
Vanity ignores any limit,
not hampered by modesty
that shadowly shrouds.
Clouds dissolve at one point
in the semblance of the night,
seduced by the moon
in a short lived affair, ain't it right?
The Lonely Wolf is drowned in lies.
Perseverance will backfire
like wormwood fallin' from the skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem