I summon death
just want a glimpse of it.
Death came readily without wearing
When I cook deep
Death was not weary
A glutto it was
It eats and eats
I took the sword, cut off its sting
Towards me it would not come near
no, it flees
Afraid of
a christian like me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem