Not to worry,
You'll be dead tomorrow anyway.
Don't try to fight me,
I will not give in,
even though I was wrong.
I held you captive in my cellar
and now, somehow, you've escaped.
You've gone to tell the world
that the dragon has been slayed,
and now my power has been rendered useless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem