I hear the bells
tolling.
Let them toll!
Let the against my falling
castle roll!
I begged the power to the gods
to transform me at will
So
not to face my enemies
into a stream myself
transformed
that went out to the sea
and friendly Ocean.
Saving
and with power to
re-transform indefinitely.
Three seconds per transformation.
Precise I have calculated.
My enemies will not have me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem