I stared into the abyss with my hate-filled eye,
My thirst for vengeance filling me with pride.
He stole my heart, he stole her twice,
If I were not wary he'd have stolen her thrice.
The cow-like man ran down with the goose,
That freaking unbelievable, slippery moose.
I don't understand why he did it so,
But because of his actions he is now my foe.
I speak of the three, the killers of geese,
The gold-cloaked heroes, the golden mheese.
Truly a fantastic poem. If you take it away and really think about it, it develops a whole new meaning.
Oh man i cried like 5 times. Thanks to the author, he is a lyrical genius!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well articulated piece of poetry, nicely penned with lovely rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing Alex.