Hidden behind a wall
of stony thorns,
her horns
are unmistakable.
She smiles and tries
to hide them,
but they
are ridiculously obvious.
The damage is
terminal and savage,
and The pain
is undeniable.
Her forked tongue
pokes the tepid air
and searches for
silly,
trusting victims.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem