He sits on the throne
with a passionless stare
that restrains all about
in overwhelming despair
Pavillioned in splendour
this king rules with fear
in woodland and pasture
his judgement is severe
He twists and turns
with tremendous flair
this storm on the wing
is most extraordinaire
Life hangs but on the
thinnest of thread
when death approaches
with its wings outspread
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem