May death bestill upon the darkness of her mind!
May coldness veils the stupidity of her heart!
May she attest the pain she bethrown upon his pure heart.
A heart vanquished by the blackness of her senses
forged to dim the soul's mirror with her jealousy.
A moment of envy shed the witch's curse
upon the colors of joy & love shading their lives.
For she is the murderer of the better soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem