Translucent movement
What can you see?
Enveloping the city, death and misery
Sub zero reveals your breath
Something in the air to ponder who will die next
Desire takes form
Yet nothing you can see
Though at the end there is a sensation
A cloud gathers releasing precipitation
The storm passes over for those of a colour
They see a new chosen race
The summoner watches hoping for his kind to embrace
Gentle movement, soft is the touch
When victims are seen
They enter the never-ending dream
Hardened and violent
What once was soft now juxtaposed
Though continuous its flow
Crystallisation
Reflects
Becomes blinding
Awake for penetration
Ablution for dark salvation
Entombed the remains of life
Condense an aura of suspense
Nothing can circumvent
It will not relent
Condensation, a revelation
The process starts once again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful vocabulary you penned all with grace.. Good poem..Top marks