This pass not past
Hell helps this
Strip I take to
Escape this end
Bring weeps to
The foes
That stops my stance
As
I prance and
I prance
May I dance?
To this lance
By
Yet these sheep
Sleep in the
Manger as
I flee from
A stranger
Of another
Race
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem.... nice writeing at the hole content very good. love it