Between two trees stood a sullen man
Counting on his words
When two Queens tilted at him
With sharp and heavy swords
The first struck fast and struck him hard
And left a growing wound,
Then the other struck him suddenly
And the shock hit hard and soon.
And as they pulled their weapons from his side
They wrenched the man in twain.
Oh, decision and love means only death,
Only death and pain!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem