Words still echo from your lips
as I slam the door.
I'm running again.
But those words...
They penetrated my better half,
pierced me deeply.
I turn my head back to you,
the pain too much to bear.
My heart is assaulted
again and again
by a flame so dark.
This time I am prepared,
the contrast is stark.
I will defeat you.
Fall from demonic grace,
bearer of plague.
I forbid your existence.
Surrender
at the blade
of my dagger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem