Sarah was in a familiar way again
She enjoyed taking a walk every night
At 11 p.m. when it started to rain
Something fell from the sky, big and bright
Frightened, yet too curious to leave
Sarah moved towards the glowing ball
What she saw there she couldn't perceive
A tiny creature, with big eyes, like a doll
It took her by the hand, and she read its mind,
''Beware Kasadya, the son of the serpent
Your embryo of a baby for him is a lucky find
The fallen angels develop a habit to torment''
When it vanished into thin air, the rain stopped
Sarah was terrified, and hurried to get home
Her man was sleeping as she into the bed hopped
She woke up in the morning to find a snake beside,
blurting white foam
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem