The day you came, I knew it
A prophecy fulfilled
For there had been much longing
Dreams hindered, thwarted, chilled
It was a tragic knowing
An inner whisper told
This would not be a picnic
In meadows to unfold
No. It would be the woodlands
Where brambles, thistles thrive
Cold night falls oh, so quickly
And few escape alive
You pulled me to that darkness
And I gave in to fate
Until a hand predestined
Removed the tempting bait
The twisted tale evolving
Would brand my path of life
Its final strike descending
With bloody, steely knife
A nightmare love lay shattered
Upon the forest floor
When light of day to freedom
The chains of torture tore
The day you came, I knew it
A prophecy fulfilled
For there had been much longing
Dreams hindered, thwarted, chilled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Few escape alive', thank God you escaped to tell the tale, a brave honest poem that I know will inspire others to be released from the darkness too, Liilia