This soul tyrant bound no harm nor mercy in every appearance she make in tip of century or more so.
As she struck her pass by, beauty was gone.licking every innocent crime of yob
Indicating her paradox in fable rituals as she did a conquero battle of frost, earth and underworld
These were days when sun was a handsome warlock or more to dim-tide warrior upturn by praise of endless achievements, moon was only a messenger.Here comes the sun of many youth and the lovers of endless moon.
Shatter by nightfall especially as this Zombie princess leap along.
Striking every warlord with terror
This was amazing legend of naraguta
Placing a shackles over their manhood
She slain till the weep as if it was me in thousand warlords.
Thou I knew sun was in danger as none passes him by only flip of fate tale along.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem