What blacksmith of Hades could forge, this forked steel razor tongue
Behold the gaping hole of twisted guile from which this web is spun
Dark corners flanked with Philistines shake in shameless weak kneed fear
Merciless executor of everything, with a taste for all things held dear
No lock you conceive will assure a safe slumber, for his is a skeleton key
No disguise or weapon will buy you a moment as you face down eternity
This sinister spinner of gullible webs, designed to entangle your mind
Parasitic henchman from the slime of creation, existing for all of known time.
Face is motivated towards eternity. This creation and existence of time both amaze mind frequently. You have deeply observed about expression of poem and smoothly drafted this poem. Interesting and wise in expression...10
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I would like to translate this poem
WOW! Love this. It is so dramatic and eerie. It leaves me thinking of Poe again. You have a knack for the dramatic Edmund. Well done.