the hellcat prowls the dark of night
to cast a spell
be warned she is a sorceress
you cannot quell
the mystery and allure of her
enchanting dance
may bind the soul forever in
a breathless trance
a metaphor of bondage holds
the will at bay
despite the loosened memory
of yesterday
nor may you heed the warning cry
of frail despair
the wail of one who almost broke
her evil snare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem