An apparition, staring in the mirror
Misses his own reflection
It's soft gaze gently returning his
affection.
The deathly gaze of death's black lips
no more, don't kiss
But merely hint at eternal bliss.
His black mind, light with warming,
gently cools to midnight driss.
Nightly death coils in his heart,
nothing but a halted start,
only to gaze and gaze again, sick wanderer,
No more than, sickly sadly ponder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love it i think its an awesome poem