Grant me one wish
That I may have you, The moon child
A free soul of wild scents and darkened shadows
Our tightened grips and nails piercing our deepest desires
So we may howl our screams at the moonlit blackened skies
And burn in the flames of the scorching light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent imaginative poem. +++10 Welcome