Can I tell you
I don't think so
It's a secret
You must go
If I tell you
He will know
It is evil
You must go
Ask not again
It must be so
If I tell you
Death will grow
If I tell you
He will see
He has many eyes
So you must go
From earliest time
Only I can know
I must not tell
Or death will grow
It's the maximus secretum
The Secreta Secretorum
The secret of secrets
And I must not tell
Before the Earth
Before the Sun
It was a secret
It's older than time
Hinted to Greeks
When already old
But hidden again
As souls turned cold
Whispered again
In the Middle Ages
But dangers grew
So I closed the pages
It is shrouded in mist
And veiled by darkness
Hidden from wisdom
And shrewdly cloaked
For if you knew
It would torment
Now and forevermore
Then You mustn't tell
So save yourself
You must go
For your own peace
I can not tell
You've beautifully maintained secrecy throughout the poem, One who reads this poem will easily confide in you(kidding) , jokes apart, frankly speaking you have shown great poetic skills I loved reading it, even googled Secreta Secretorum, keep going, hopefully I'll read more of yours,10/10 for this :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Darla, favorite lines so far: Whispered again In the Middle Ages But dangers grew So I closed the pages I was never good at keeping secrets. PLEASE don't tell me! ! ! ! ! to MyPoemList. bri :)