A man facing death,
Looks into it's eyes,
Feeling nothing but pain.
Those pitch-black holes,
To represent a finale,
But eternal life he will gain.
He knows it not,
He will survive,
When facing the reaper of Dark or Light.
He will live forever,
but despise every second,
When told to Stand up and fight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
NICENESS! Showing the strength of men at the right time! Sydne Morris