Heavens rain the crimson tears.
Ebon bat loses its way back home.
Moments freeze and nights lengthen.
A soul trembles down in fear.
Under the open ghastly heavens,
The man lays talkin' by her tomb.
The dove is shot down in its flight.
All my demons give away their light
The day I do not get to see you.
- Mason Carter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem