She was once a prisoner
But she has a strong will,
She dreamed of having it all
Now she is the Queen of the hill.
She stops at nothing
She is cunning and brave,
She has a magical curse
That can turn a beast into a slave.
She doesn't need a veil to deceit
Her words can control a mind,
She can make a god bleed
A true one of a kind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Insightfully articulated and nicely embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing, Manuelito.