Climbing winds and reaching high
Encroaching on the Sovereign Sky
No longer fly on wings divine
Instead they bask in blood and wine
Trading airs for fame and stairs
Our crying prayers no longer theirs
And pleading words in coffins lay
From ruined fire, Imitatio Dei
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderfully written and moving piece, Allison. Thanks for sharing Peace