Hunter in Shadows, cunning.
Pale and strong, I am
I cautiously drift into 
the illuminated 
crimson world.
Driven by an unyeilding thirst.
Willing to consume even
the unwilling.
Don't stay too long, 
I don't want to blister my eye.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    