The lonely darkness
swallows up the light of day
nothing is left of the light
but a thin pin prick
The pin prick opens
the dark is lit up
a fire burns bright
the flames reach up
with burning hands
Three silver rings
thick and thin
a circle of gold
bubble in the fire
As gold liquid flows
the thunder is heard
as grey light is lit up
from the volcano
The description is really quite vivid. I loved how it gave me a vibe of the essence of Lord Of the Rings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry Eruption lesson? appropriate. never leave home without a notebook, or a writing stick. bri :)