Trapped by those fiery beings galore,
Haunted in caverns and dark brother’s lore.
Though my Fate hath bring me to realize
The evil that burns through demons’ steel eyes
Is forever bound and locked on my heart;
And whosoever has thrown the devil-keeper’s dart
Shall wither and wrinkle under black moon.
Such a shame that Fate comes so soon.
The rouged coals languish long after midnight,
But the name of the game cannot compare to the pain
That leaves me in cold-blooded fright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem