Sashaying, down to the black lake
With her toes leaving a trail of blood
Anguish and pain urging her onward
Never ceasing, she glides forth
Purple and blue mark an otherwise unblemished face
Riotous heart beats on
In perfect rhythm of far away drums
Nearer to the edge, she comes
Catching her white bloody dress on a log
Every stitch coming undone
Slowly, she walks into the black lake
Sinking slowly to relieve her pain, is the Swan Princess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem