Take off that shroud and
tell your demon friends,
“Adieu, goodbye, and
good riddens.” Make mends
with reality,
my Gothic Princess;
Ditch brutality
and wear the best dress
Love has to offer.
All that you desire,
Key in a coffer
Of burning fire,
Is within Sun’s reach.
Goodbye worm.
Goodbye leach.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's great stuff. It's beautifully descriptive and slightly comical. It's a very nice poem.