The Prince of Fools met the Prince of Darkness,
-Sweeping tired dust and flame-
“So, are you the Janitor? A fool’s guess,
But your disguise is just lame.”
“For the six-hundred-and-sixty-sixth time!
I AM NOT THE JANITOR! ! !
Does no one recall poor Lucifer’s Prime?
Here fool, hand me a mirror! ”
The Fool pulled one from his half-pocket heart,
“Careful now, it holds my dreams…”
“That’s the beauty of Everymirror’s art,
Its only truth is what seems.”
The Grey God gazed into the grey glass hell
Of a mirror, not a soul-
Forever and ever the Grey God fell
Down eternity’s white hole!
Forever and ever the grey god sang;
(A grey dot was he and very tiny)
He sang and sang and sang
till hell rang
'Bang! '
I dropped the ghost glass shiny!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem