Inside this lone cardeck lies,
memories and forbidden lies
They've tourchered me for many years,
and it seems now i find them fears,
They haunt me with a thrill so fearsom
the momery of my lost dear one
And now i find the spirit,
to destroy the cards that draw me near it
and along with that the memory,
of the woman who played the game with me,
Of my sweet Emily
With the hopes she can be,
finally and truely free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem with emotion and feeling.