The sky is calling
The march of battle reigns
And the clouds are shot with red
While I stand
Hardly standing
I am caught, in a tangled web
Of misfortune.
And I hark, like a bell
But never succeeding in laughter
For the world around
Is a decaying corpse.
And I stand,
Hardly standing
That mad look in my eyes,
That gleam of despair.
That cloud of confess.
That reality.
I can not believe.
I can not see what I see.
I can see flame
I can see pain, and close my eyes
And I can see that it is coming.
The night approaches not on feet
But on wild horses, not half-tame.
I await them.
While I stand,
Hardly standing.
The drum beats faster, the booms wreck souls
I am shipwrecked, half-and-half
Half ice, half water
Half fire and half flame
Half a victim, half to blame
And I stand, hardly standing
With the world around me broken
And simply mad, simply insane
It left me in the torrent of the rain
And I too, was pinned to the ground.
No longer standing.
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I would like to translate this poem
This is absolutely unbelivable my child! This is so coherent, so well connected and almost celestial....... my angel rise and shine