Mere pond scum slew the former world:
Some turquoise goo in fetid pools
By tepid wavelets slowly whirled;
Unnoticed and unlikely ghouls,
They softly exhaled poison mist
Into the throng of flitting wraiths,
Like butterflies, who danced and kissed
And ruled the Earth in its first days.
Those faery folk, great with promise,
So beautiful, so delicate,
Could not foresee the end of bliss,
And baffled, breathless, met their fate.
Pause once, triumphant heir of slime,
And mourn those angels, so sublime.
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I would like to translate this poem
i like it, its so creative that you can depict microbiology in poetic way...