With sword I've slain
In the realm of dreams
You have tried to inject your venom
Through snakes guns and knives
Each time I've slain you
Still you creep from the darkness of your soul
And come back for more
I've tried to win you over
In so many ways
Still you're green with jealousy
Pretending to be a friend
In the realm of dreams
Your wicked smile resembles
That of the snake slithering
Through the window
I've slain you then
I can it again
You must have realized by now
Your poisonous bite
Guns and knives
And with your coiled squeeze
That I do not fear you
I am much stronger than I've ever been
Whatever light I saw inside you
Was overpowered by the darkness
Of your soul
So with my Persian sword
I will behead you
Until you return no more
RM
03: 05: 12
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reminds me of my father, his Zoroastrian roots, his deserving dervish or dariush spirit and that of once King Xerxes...wonderful write..trez bien! i do have one sword i used to play as a child with.I never knew it asked only for blood not differentiating between friends and foes.