still black waters
the pools of solitude
they have no meaning
until a spark occurs
it glistens on the surface
something rises
born from the depths
she appears
naked and pure
lily white and unashamed
stark against the abyss
frigid obsidian knives
do not pierce her
she is unafraid
strong
she rises unharmed
her face silent and knowing
she floats on the surface
the dark forest tangled
surrounding
she is born from the depths
she is free to swim or leave
but she is home in these dark waters
and so she will stay here forever
in her Master's loving eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem