The key has broken.
The lock is rusty.
The book has closed.
The cover dusty.
I walk alone
In meadows green.
Submitting will,
To powers unseen.
Suspended over
Roses of red.
The energy rushes,
From fingers to head.
My body transforms.
Goddess released.
My soul is reborn,
Mortality ceased.
My lord is in waiting.
Waiting for me.
For my eternal love,
Faithful to he.
Returning to earth,
On glitter and air.
I continue my march.
With crosses to bear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem