Come on take flight, ride upon the angels wings.
The spirit flies, the soul is held up so high.
I can not come down, for I don't know how I would get back up.
To this level, to this height, looking down at the stars of the night.
They are set among the pitch black void.
I can't let flames or fire destroy.
To much chaos in that world.
It is a constant Apocalypse.
A welcome change, for whom benefits.
No longer having to suck down demons kisses.
Somethings no matter how hard tried still can not be enjoyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem