' I shall have where it denied
No one knows this feasible art,
an art of invocation and provocation.'
The facts behind everything will never be remembered at proper time. This turned my life to where once I am denied. The zeal of youth at its zenith. 'There it begins my journey form super reality to hyper imagination.' I tasted the new wine by leaving the Old being tasteless. The thirst for novelty and the quest for cruelty, an unending whipping emerged form the depth of the marrow of my bone. I blessed the host to His Body and wine to His Blood. ' The last figment of faith becomes a real projection of mind.', I thought. Two strangers of the new art arrived at night and they forced me to follow them. I was compelled to travel through the prohibited wilderness.
' Sit near where the cauldron set.
Set fire where he wishes.
No time! Walk fast.', one of them cried loudly to make me walk fast. I could not see them how they looked like that they wore veil and I never saw their face.
When they turned to ask my my name, I saw their emerald eyes gleamed in the light of the torch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem