A dark evening arose as the clouds swayed
And the crows summons the cunning darkness.
The plains are filled with the nether abyss
Perfect ambiance for the woman who griefs
-And Grieving she did for the one she missed
A ravishing woman she had been lamed
A confounded woman she had became
As the darkness took what she had famed
The groom she had longed much to be attained
-Attained she did but was murdered, disdained
Then the hand struck eleven and she moaned
And tears witnessed the saddened heart she found
As the tears slid upon the baffled face
She then struck herself with a sword she faced
-With the bodkin, she was nether abound
With her blood taint the virgin ground she lay
She spoke words never to be forgotten
That 'I had never wholly forgotten
The perished groom, I only loved often'
- Loved she did, and dead on her blood she lay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem