Why did I meet you?
And why did I hear you recite?
Now I can’t dream,
Nor can I fight.
Your poem haunts me,
Follows me to my deepest dungeons.
I run but I can’t hide,
It catches me and makes me cry.
I am afraid, afraid to die.
Oh my soul snatcher,
Don’t leave now my corpse behind.
Once a warrior I was,
Now a shadow have I become.
I implore you,
Resurrect me.
Let me be drown in the depths of your poem,
One last time,
One last time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem