My sight shows me things,
I may not wish to see.
It shows me horrors,
At land, air or sea.
My sight wills it all,
No matter what I think.
It always sees death,
Then my heart will sink.
So when you see death,
you know you're not alone.
See life after death,
See the skills you must hone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem