As I lay eyes upon the lady of the fountain
A tremendous work of art standing to this day
Holding the hopes and dreams of people
Flocking towards her everyday
Like a pilgrimage for those with
One last thin strand of hope
As I stand in front of this mesmerizing figure
With a coin in the midst of my fingertips
Which is to be my offering to the lady
I realize this is a desperate attempt to achieve
What I hope and dream of every night and day
As I flip the coin into the fountain of the lady
Not taking my eyes off the spinning coin
Until I see it arrive at its destination
With a splash causing a ripple throughout
The water sinking to the bottom of the fountain
Wishing with all that burns inside of my chest
That the lady hears my desperate plea
And takes pity on this sad being in front of her
For I truly believe in the power she commands
As I walk away from the lady with a heavy heart
My journey for this part of a desperate quest
Comes to an end as I leave this place
As a lost soul seeking salvation from an
Enchantress linked to mother nature herself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's obviously about the river styxx