She links in the shadows… never letting go…
She hungers for me… the prey…
No longer can her heart beat…
No longer does she taste the gift of life…
For only in death does she live…
From top of mountains does she shout…
I crave the sweetness of death and through death only will I rest…
She feeds from the life of the prey…
Her hunger never satisfied she continues to tare at my vary soul…
It is not a choice… but a snare…
To be forever damned…
For darkness is forever her friend…
Never to stop until my soul doth she have in the end!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem