a invisible sign
a glosoallia
a madness
consumes itself to nothing
in this cynical game?
but no one deserves sun and moon
living under sun and moon
all is false light, mortal, painfull
darkness comes, pestilence reigns
ten plaques appear in modern version
loki, balder
will herald the coming of age of ragnarok
it useless to catch
this unfinisihed design
only the eye of providence
will wink this spared vision to his sole presence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem