Like the serrating sun of the east
Setting upon the lashes of my brow
His appearance out of the wind
Detest the parting of my soul
Look! look! the burning furnace
The reward of sinner's fate
Came the voice from the wind
Ends the toil of human being
Within the turmoil of defeat
The imagery, imagination and the way you presenting just perfect to be painted in readers mind, i can imagine it very well..at least i am one of them...a nice poem, keep it up. write more _Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sound warning. Imaginatively captured.