She wakes.
Slumbering until this chill of night,
From the jaws of hell she brings her song,
Despair and die.
She watches the world pass by,
Even the strongest will crumbles.
All else will die,
But she is still alive.
One seed of hope binds her,
One shard of light sends her.
She screams,
Frozen until the warmth of another death.
From the final gate she whispers her curse,
From the ashes of hope
I will return
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the great truth of life is always near at hand and hope surges on and on the flicking light shines even though darkness may seem to be at hand a fine poem keep up the good work