Sorrow fills her every bone.
Knowing that there is so much time that remains.
But there is nothing more than happiness that follows the future throughts.
A spark stays burning deep with in.
Knowing that the stranger and dark star connect as one.
What will these next days bring.
Unknowng, stange things are brought to the table.
What do the chances show?
Not anything more than what the already know
The risks are endless, but still they play the game od untolf danger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem