You've eluded me for countless centuries,
Now finally at last you're mine!
So murderously slippery and darkly hidden,
Your twisted heart I will untwine!
Your bible black spells will have no affect,
As I remove your tongue slowly...
To Be Concluded Tomorrow Night
I'm Knackered
Even Poets need sleep
Unless you're William Shakespeare.
And tomorrow night I'll put up The Quest(which is also dark) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem