The sky is void of all of its stars
Everywhere is eternally dark
I can still feel my bleeding scars
Going slowly out is my life spark
The air just became much more cold
I am beginning to lose hope
Over the horizon, I see light of gold
I pick myself up and never mope
I finally see a great light
Victorious in all my battles
The ending of the darkness night
Finally my life settles
I am exhausted and dropp my knife
Dead is the way of strife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem