Take off that shroud and
tell your demon friends, 
“Adieu, goodbye, and
good riddens.” Make mends
with reality, 
my Gothic Princess; 
Ditch brutality
and wear the best dress
Love has to offer. 
All that you desire, 
Key in a coffer
Of burning fire, 
Is within Sun’s reach. 
Goodbye worm. 
Goodbye leach.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
It's great stuff. It's beautifully descriptive and slightly comical. It's a very nice poem.