A dagger, a chalice,
A heart filled with dread;
Invisible palace-
The peace of the dead.
A war and a promise
That's better not said,
No more doubting Thomas:
The populace bled.
with promises and Thomases i can see much to dread but palaces and chalices shouldn't leave one dead seems i forgot my dagger mystery anyone bled Great as always P (just had to write smiles)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh I wish this was longer it's so perfect