The crimson man,
flowing angrily,
roaring into life,
the black shadow comes,
to fight the crimson man,
swords locked,
daggers drawn,
fighting like Gladiators,
to the death,
the black shadow wins,
consuming the crimson,
until theres nothing but darkness,
i wonder,
if death is like that
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You sprinkled the seeds of your thoughts nicely here well done