My spirit wanders through the misty dawn 
In search of dreams that scattered in the night. 
My hope for finding love is all but gone 
As visions slowly drift from my mind's sight. 
Despair attempts to settle in my heart 
As passion's burning fire begins to fade. 
I beg for ardor's feelings not to part, 
Yet in my soul I feel the dark invade. 
Without that tender touch, the storm clouds rise, 
Enclosing me in fear and deep torment. 
No lover close to hear my painful cries 
Or pull me from the hell to which I'm sent. 
The demons dance and chant a haunting song, 
Entrapped within their lair, I must break free. 
Their grasp on my emotions is so strong; 
Will my beloved ever hear my plea? 
Encased inside great sadness I will stay 
Until I feel the clasp of true love's hand. 
This is the pulling strength for which I pray, 
To break the chains of evil's high command.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    