Moonlight glinting off the blade,
dark red dripping once again.
Cutting deep in the dark of night,
Moon beams shining the only light.
The feel of the steel running deep,
the little girl began to weep.
Weep not because of the pain,
for that was the only thing keeping her sane.
The life she lived she despised,
she was unraveling her own demise.
As she felt her life slip away,
she knew she wouldn't see another day.
And as her soul began to ascend,
she knew that this was finally the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem