So it begins
The tale of the handmaid and the fiery king.....
Listen O child to your master's cry
As frantically he tries to fight
Trying to burn down the light
But nothing seems to end his plight
For the fire has been lit........
Tossing and turning
Hardly able to sleep in
Lest he is haunted by dreams of his queen
Who turns to beggar in the morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem