The Prince of Fools met the Prince of Darkness, 
          -Sweeping tired dust and flame-
      “So, are you the Janitor? A fool’s guess, 
                But your disguise is just lame.”
      “For the six-hundred-and-sixty-sixth time! 
               I AM NOT THE JANITOR! ! ! 
       Does no one recall poor Lucifer’s Prime? 
             Here fool, hand me a mirror! ”
   The Fool pulled one from his half-pocket heart, 
           “Careful now, it holds my dreams…”
            “That’s the beauty of Everymirror’s art, 
                    Its only truth is what seems.”
       The Grey God gazed into the grey glass hell
                     Of a mirror, not a soul-
             Forever and ever the Grey God fell
                 Down eternity’s white hole! 
           Forever and ever the grey god sang; 
              (A grey dot was he and very tiny)    
                  He sang and sang and sang 
                               till hell rang 
                                  'Bang! '
            I dropped the ghost glass shiny!                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    