Reluctantly shedding my eyelids.
Oh, the horrible gift of sight.
Delight has been consumed.
I saw that wretched being.
Erupting from a sea of gold.
I'm tempted and I'm pleading.
To be the fortunate one he holds.
I see my face distort.
In a sunlit puddle by my feet.
Twisted and grotesque, I smile.
I am the one he seeks.
Laughter booms.
Images pour.
I begin to fall.
I wish that I had never lifted that protective veil at all.
Liberty fails.
Justice gone.
The grandeur of mortal decay.
An empire rises from below.
Convincing me I'm insane.
My eyes shine crimson.
Sweat pummels down.
Condemned to my knees, I crawl.
Envious of the blind, I may see everything.
But I'm not proud of what I saw.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem