Sitting crowded by four long walls,
Tears ran down as his skin crawled.
He dreamt of heaven and sweet seclusion,
But all he saw was pure illusion.
He burned and burned til his soul melted,
His heart beat faster than he had ever felt it.
He saw his sorrows float away,
In rivers of fire they would remain.
His legs went cold
his chest went numb,
A voice then whispered for him to come.
The hellspawn of evil smirked with delight,
It knew the power of his might.
With one sharp swoop it ripped his throat
and bled him dry,
And from all this he wondered Why?
'For the truth to be seen, you must be drained clean of all the obscene
and then be redeemed, turning into a child looking for mean.'
It flung his body into flaming rocks,
To set him free of his ageless locks.
He arose in the park without any question,
Of why this had happened or what his heart drenched in.
He was the one that was fit for a god.
He lost all emotion, he was fit for a god.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem