Open thine eyes and view my soul, pray tell.
Thou has entered my gate, passed o’re my moat.
Thy quest hath brought thee, were unto I dwell,
feeling thy gaze, upon my naked throat.
You entered my castle with royal charms
and captured my heart while storming my gates.
The gleam of your sword and strength of your arms,
the lust of desire eagerly waits.
Yet I ask of you, O knight of my dreams,
pillage my body as much as you will
by quenching thirst with thy lustful regimes,
come to my gallery and find your thrill.
The gallery of my soul not just flesh,
‘tis the place where dreams and heart do mesh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem