Hallow darkness
Come fulfill my dry madness
Quench the fire inside
A part of me has died
Heal my inane wound
Ease this pain so profound
My queen hear my call
Come take me before I fall
Upon this deadly rising thorn
Yearning to make me mourn
I’m tired of weeping
Every time I see the dawn creeping
Give me a hand
So I could stand
Set me free
Before you forsake me
Before you flee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I found this poem, just amazing, hoping that the one you love won't let you fall, won't leave you. i loved it ~Hazel G.E