A mirror cursed;
a castle high and blunt;
I lay all day;
away from mortal face.
I weave all day;
the witch's curse holds sway;
All pictures backwards;
dont know my warlords.
A curse in a fierce night;
look afar and die;
My threads are desolate;
not enough to make a resonate.
Moon sees my hand;
how far a horse strides? ;
A witch's cauldron;
a drug of mere sodom.
A fair lady of the clan;
bats scream and dance;
Away from the feel of the earth;
away in a fierce cell.
A witch's desire;
look and die;
A cursed mirror;
crack in horror.
A reflection in the pool;
what misery and gloom;
A fair mortal of beauty;
the mirror does her duty.
Look not away;
give the witch much to say;
Look and die;
mirror with no eye.
Run into the woods;
the curse still holds sway.
Look away;
let the light shine;
A curse so strong;
prepared in a witch's cauldron.
Cracking of the mirror;
end this folklore.
Cracking of the mirror;
a death so horror.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem