You don't see the nearing of my subtle reign
entranced in yourself and blind all the same,
Your voice echoes in and never shall hear
my thunder on the outside rolling loud and clear.
Just at your side my shadow slowly crawls
sizing up your will to stand and weather all,
How will you handle my turning twist of fate
as lightening claims the skies, my thunder now awaits.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem