On an obscure moonlit night,
I am blinded by my lack of Foresight.
This elegy abounds in my tortured mind,
Searching the Depths of Hades to find:
Persephone, elusive as though She may be.
This is war in which there is no treaty.
Herculean regrets weigh on my entire soul,
While infernal flames forever dance below.
Your beauty stings like flames that glow.
My phosphorous aura smashes the window.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem