Fires burn my lifeless flesh
As I sink into the ground
Flames diminish as sun abates
But wounds are fresh
My sense unbound
All the while, curse the fates.
The soil cools
My skin is healed
Rise again now from my grave.
On the ground it forms in pools
As foes skin is peeled
And through his death mine is now saved.
That I might stalk another night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
creepy. i like it. its disturbing, but thats what draws you in.