There are many stories and myths
Regarding those with bad intentions.
Of these, I only know one where
Ultimately, everyone won.
Because those involved swore to silence,
Little is known about the truth.
Except me; I will now tell you how she:
Crescendos all her little lies!
Loses her mind and lets her voice rise!
Evil had lasted
Forever those nights.
She sings her heart out in the trouble clef;
Hardly aware her higher notes spell death.
Everyone knows she can seize what’s left.
Still I feel bad for her, although
I endured all those days of hell.
Never had I seen such a damned soul!
God help her; set her free from Satan’s cage!
She’ll see the light before she steps on stage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem