When he plunged the dagger through her heart
She thought that she would cry out in pain
Instead she laughed in his face and said...
'There is a special place for you in hell; I should know, you dragged me through it more than once.'
He smirked as he stared foolishly at her.
Then demons came and forced him away.
She pulled the long sword slowly out of her heart and with her own blood she healed herself just before the angels came.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem