There was blood
And then the fire.
I blame
The flame;
Though the moon
Came out to soon.
I gaze
At the maze.
I wonder
What was yonder
Here at the start
It looks all smart.
The swaine
Had to be tied by a twain.
It was dragged
And it bragged
Through the streets
To the fleets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem