She awakes, 
Like one coming to the surface, 
Gasping for air.
Her eyes flutter open.
He is there, holding her.
-Nemesis, a voice within her whispers.
But no: he is Nemesis no longer.-
She forces that tiny voice away, 
Looks at her rescuer.
They hold each other, in the darkness, 
Together again at last.
Nightmare-
The night rushes in, dark and cold.
She remembers her eternity, 
Waking dead.
Tears spring to her eyes.
He wipes them away, 
Whispers into her ear: 
“Do not think of them.
They are past, 
Over.
They have no grip, anymore.
Forget them.”
Sobs wrack her body.
Through the tears, she speaks: 
“I wanted to drink you.
Death.”
He shakes his head.
“Forget your past desires: 
I have.”
She smiles, tearfully, 
And holds him, 
In the silence, 
Reunited with her redeemer.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ahh, so beautiful...very good!