An abode in winter’s castle,
Speaks of harrowing tales.
Such as the damsel who parades herself in an,
Exotic black dress, a damsel who lures man with a kiss of her crimson rose.
Such a fragile existence is she,
Yet you still ponder who this pale beauty might be.
That it puts your mind into woes fatigue.
That she sweetly is able to whispers into your ears,
“Are you ready to wander on a journey so dark, that bliss would seem closer to hell than heaven”.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem