How does it feel now all your angels have flown
Away, and the precious seeds that you once sowed,
No longer produce vibrant fruit and flowers?
How does it feel now that you've lost the power
To charm. How does it feel now your senses are
Stripped of pure imagination. From afar,
I feel your desperation. But I cannot
Interfere with the stringent ways of the gods.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, the gods can be cruel and masters of it. Just look around at so called society. A neat and precisely written poem Dominic and a full score too. But on my second read, I get the feeling, that in a way this person had it coming and justly deserves their poetic payback providence. Maybe I'm wrong. A thinking poem for me and take care good sir.