Charcoal shadows flash along the rocks
Then draconic echoes pierce the valley
Silver scythes slip out of hiding
Under the bite of the moon, a grin of shiny daggers
Then a shot of black lightning
A crimson explosion, preceded by the flash of a dark mass
Moonscythe’s savage a river of red
A glorious feast for the shadowed cat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem