The crimson stain upon her wrists,
Spreading across the floor.
My power cannot help her now,
For all my herbs and lore.
And in my arms, I hold her close
And rock her back and forth.
I've come to late to save her now,
Her spirit now heads north.
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I would like to translate this poem
Very well written - perfect rhythm and metre. Definitely a 'ten'!