An arrow pierced,
Through my heart,
Shredding veins to bits,
While my blood boils in ripples,
Gushing profusely as if,
From a wine barrel.
I struggled to stay alive,
Battling with an agonizing spirit,
And my blood, scarlet,
Flows everywhere.
As I lost consciousness,
I heard its call,
Sending me away,
To the realms beyond the earth,
'Come, there is no turning back'
And I answered,
Leaving my flesh behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow what a beautiful poem