When the tide is crashing
And the sun recedes
The shadow comes slashing
For the blood that feeds
The insatiable brute
That is whom I lust
And my red cruor will suit
Consume me, you must
The chaos brings to us
What the dark can mask
The killer invictus
It is what I ask
To your liking I yield
My life to the creed
And fervor that you wield
Consume me, I plead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting choice of words. Rhyme does not destroy the essence of the poem either. Well done.