To become
what I utmost fear
I must observe it's habits
Learn it's fears
Rejoice with it's victories
in doing so endless life
is obtainable
all loved ones will die
before my eyes
All I ever wanted
will be mine
In the end they will
build me a shrine
You think me a monster?
No, I say to you,
I am a normal man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No you're not. Your a monstrous poetic talent, that what you are. Live well friend. Nice poetic treat.