I buried you last night,
without your heart and head.
I needed to be sure,
that you were indeed dead.
Stranger things have happened,
It would come no surprise.
If you came right back to life,
seeking my demise.
The most beautiful poem I ever did rhyme,
was the death you died.
You begged for mercy the entire time,
I never even tried.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem