Crimson stands among shadow,
Light hits such a glowing surface,
Only to be repelled,
A Darkness produces,
A light unsurpassed,
I finally let it be,
A shadow among light, is all I can see.
The production of darkness,
Is the only love I receive,
Caressed and held in the dimmest light,
Fading, I bleed into my final night,
Dark consumes, it Drinks from sadistic veins,
One last sip, nothing Crimson can Remain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem