stalking the dark streets
her eyes the sky of stars
black blade hiding close
passed byt he late night cars
hooded face pale in shadow
no one there to run from
alone even as she walks
walking to nights drums
she looks not for a victim
nor even a familiar face
her efforts to waste time
as for fate she would chase
all alone she walks in wake
of winds that push her on
her mnind clouded in shadow
and her body finally gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem