Tor saw stars and had a flashback to the Dark ages.
He stood on a narrow deserted street of his hometown.
Seeing a remote chapel, he covered a distance in early stages.
A loud shriek came from the inside, ''I'll shoot you down! ''
As Tor entered, he saw a priest fighting with a demon
Over a thick book of prophesies which rang a bell.
Tor cried out, ''I traveled in time to help you Simon.
What about you fiend, you'd better do a fade into hell.''
The demon still clutched at the book, roaring with rage,
And before melting away, tore two pages out of the book.
''Welcome home, my favorite apprentice. It is a final stage, ''
Said Simon, ''You should retrieve the pages the fiend took.
The warriors of the Apocalypse hurry to bring the End near.
A major prophesy is missing, and your task is to stop them.
As soon as the demons unlock the pit, the beast will appear.
He and his angels will invade the earth unless you destroy them.''
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem