Fire this poison arrow into thy heart
I feel no fear even though it’s sharp
For I was young and yet it seems
My time is near
I feel no lust nor experience fear
Beside The Mission Bells
This is not the place that we call hell
Tranquillity blends where thy foul bone mends
For now I wait with open hands
For in this time my final hour
Beneath the shadow of this tower
My lover’s hand shall not be seen
Oh how I wish this were a dream
In this silence I will not scream
For now I long to see her face
Before my soul departs this place
For here I rest forever more
Upon this, my resting place by the shore
Beside the sounds of the mission bells
With this last breath, goodbye cruel world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I cannot claim to understand this fully.So since I don't realy understand it, I can't recommend it. Sounds interesting though. If I did understand it, I bet I would like it. GW62