Alas! Alas!
The old town sang
And the stones bled
Though Dawn was
Sailing in to the port town
Red were the heavens
And they smiled not
And wild
The emotions ran
About
Trickling blood
Drop after drop
Whilst still around
The shrouds and ghosts
Still roamed with
Ghostly sound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem