Amidst the smoke,
The blood, bones, filth
The tortured souls of damned
The tower stands,
Eerie, tall
With fumes
This no man’s land
Rusted chains
A hardened heart
A beauty
Waves of black
Eyes accustomed
To it all
Death,
No longer scared
Behind her,
Nothing can be seen
As she crosses the dark-
Stone land
Mist and sewage
Bones, ashes, sweat
She walks with battered breath
Her master looms
Gigantic beast,
A tough scaled creature
Clawed and teethed
It watches,
Keen eye
Behind the tower
Massive, huge, a beast
He hovers enormous, almost leveled
With the fog swallowed keep
At present
To her
Means no harm
Unless he sees
She tries to run
He thinks she dares
But she knows not
The land is empty, vast and dark.
Here where evil never sleeps,
Only one thing will change.
You either live by given laws
Or die, and die again.
Natasha S.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem