a somber box of surprises in the corner
soon to be uncovered to deminish later
moments glaring on tantamount divinity
grueling pain stretching over severing enmity.
wicked crafter of benevolent miracle
tapped power unleashing an ardent fool
in the advent of the awakening rites
the apostle shall no longer be in sight...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem