Claws are waiting to rip
through feeble flesh
as it humbly tries
to fathom every suffering.
There’s no way out
the monsters erupt
the Kraken has woken;
you’re too far down.
Wanting to fly
until end has forgotten
but it will pull you away
until it devours every light.
Chance has no chance
all is at mercy
in the hands of time;
you have a dark heart, thief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem