the monsters I created
can never stop me now
the maiden and the knight
have faded from my sight
I fill my glass with wine
remembering the day
when monsters fled my glance
they knew they could not stay
I beat them all but one
but none shall block my path
and if it thinks it can
then it will feel my wrath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem