I feel a lot much colder,
as i have had many days of hunger,
i've lived with danger,
been smitten by hot fire,
disaster was my brother,
chaos was my beloved mother,
i've been branded a murderer,
a runnaway killer,
i've been called terrible names,
like the master of cold flames,
soldier of the dames,
a monster with no banes,
with all i feel no indiference,
as am branded by these rightful conference,
a human with no concience,
a monster with no patience,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I felt it was incomplete..............though a essay in the right direction.....thanks for sharing.