His mind was reeling as the shadows did thier dance.
his body became his temple as she began the dance.
the moment spent,
the lust was gone,
the dance was over, and so his eyes clear, d.
From a electrical storm came the demon,
and from this storm the demon left.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful catastrophe makes it remembering piece.