My spirit has a place amongst the heavens
It's own twilight throne within ebon halls
Beset by vast walls of solemn emptiness
And proclaimed by banners of starlight
Where it once came from, and so shall it return
Upon the crowning breath of this borrowed form
Carrying with it all I have earthly been
The composition of my will and the restitution of my soul
Along with my memories, wistfully sown in the fabric of life
A final offering to reconstitute with the flame
Stirring perpetually in the seething center of all
Never to retain it's original form
Or any other thereafter
But to burn utterly and enkindle
Along with everything that ever existed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem