Wondering what has been.
Scrutinize her defiantly grim.
Upon my back, lulled to shame.
Pensively considering whom to blame.
Setting the game afoot for the pleasure unrestrained.
Placed upon the board of black and white.
Pawn's reckless dream of becoming the queen.
Jaded unto the valley of breath.
Impatiently awaiting deaths sorrowed dream.
Imperatively bound to her tainted spell.
Silently choked to hear an unrequited scream.
Only to stumble across the wake of her game, I fail.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem