Hallowed rock, en-caged in darkness.
Cold sweat breaks, as the stalagmites rise.
Entrenched in the folds of the night, a shimmer.
Battle rages, light buried by darkness.
Engulfed, strangled and nearly defeated,
It ignites. The light returns.
Although held down, The fire is still burning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
[Hallowed hearts see the grace of God] A g'd poem! !