Mimicking me seduced your brain.
A style that profoundly drove you insane.
Protest gazing the blaze of the skilled.
Rendered helpless to my Creative Will.
Never begin to Exhale.
As I dash and I dart behind the Veil.
Clouds of Inferior Knights.
Exclaiming my downfall my plight.
Mastery Overt.
Surrender you're hurt.
Towards Triumph,
I March Greater Still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem