Black sun, Rise up and see me
As all I have ever done
In your fateful presence
Is precious
Is worthless
Barred from the soul of who I once loved
Bring me back to the hollow
I wish to hear the screams of the damned
They pierce
They call
They sorrow
For those like us, who will soon be lost with them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem