A raving antithesis to the break of dawn
And fights sunrise with the spill of fawn
It spreads its spell like the barf of ghoul
Upon the beauteous spritely soul
The black heart
If only looks could pierce the peace of soul
My fairy soul would be thrown to shoal
Amidst the cries of guiltless souls
And pray for once, a savaged soul
The black heart
The subtle scent of the serpent's vial
Pervades the piece of the inner whole
To blot the trace of the errant soul
That purges the plague of a fiendish hold
The black heart
It tempts redemption with an omen scroll
And tries to recreate a fairy soul
But when the cry from yonder calls
It ducks in fright amidst the ghouls
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem