Lightning sets the skies aflame,
Thunder sounds and calls my name,
Blood dripped and stain the pearl white rose,
And once again the raven crows,
The rainbow fades and clouds move in,
The warm red liquid stains my skin,
Near the end my sight goes black,
But they don't know, I won't come back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A triumphant treble Taylor, all three poems share the premise of promise... write on, explore deeper... but most of all... enjoy.