Just like the cawing croaks that cry
amongst the tarnished evening sky
An evil lingers through a gust
of wind, and sin and growing lust
Lively is Death as breathing lungs
and he speaks a sound of haunting tongue
That on this night a man had heard
the corruption of his evil word.
The succubus devoured the mans' mind
his ears now deaf, his eyes now blind
He walked the streets a protégé
possessed by words he must obey
To serve the wreched and serve the will
of Satan and his command to kill
Horror was carried out that night
he stole the lives in Satan's sight
Underneath the cypress tree
in a graveyard of black debris
Sat the man-his mind perpturbed-
the wet air of night sang disturbed
The man knew not how he became
rubified to shades of a scorching flame
He sprouted like a peculiar rose
that grew from all that decompose
Underneath from where he stands
the pistol remained in his hands
What had he done? What must he do?
all questions he could not construe
The man hoisted the pistol high
the chamber glistened in his eye
The metal bullet entered his head
But intact was the man that never bled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem