When I close my eyes it's there again
A nightmare that could only offend
The dark woman stood with her hooded eyes
Draped across her face in her disguise
And she points at the word written on the stone
In blood with large letters so it be well known
I gaze across in the torchlight to make it out
As I wonder if the writing was a warning tout
But as the words became to me quite clear
I cringed back at what it said in my fear
For it said something that stabbed me in my head
"Your fight is over for you are now dead."
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Paul, such an interesting write...10++++