It was the first day of autumn when i found the book.
Buried under a tree where it could be forgotten.
Some deep concern fell over me as i gazed a look.
What awful secrets are held here within.
My concerns aside i delved within this thing.
Preparing myself for the worst that could happen.
A single page was binded between.
No words were written just visions of sin.
They lept off the page showing me horrors.
Instantly i began to weep, i swelled with anger.
I could not contain myself but i had to see more.
My soul seemed to leave me stranger.
What was becoming of me i had not a clue.
I faced the worst of all humanity there in that book.
So i did what anyone would do.
I laid down the thing i so feverishly took.
I calmed myself and let go of my rage.
I simply turned the page.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was rather intriging to me, very interesting. A little piece of reminded me a little of Pandora's Box, when she released evil into the world and the sins jumped off the pages of the book (they don't seem the same but it reminds me of it) . In the end, very nicely written. H&K's Jess <3