A somber stream, jet black as the Styx
Incandescent obscurity, crepuscule shade
Mournful magma, forge my crucifix
Dawn of delirium, abhorrence and hate
Hoary embers, blasting the skin
Searing stygian sinew, scorched by blistering blade
Refine my rage, sunder my suffering
Conflagrant eyes smolder and illuminate
Hands dashed against the anvil
Incinerate my sweltering nails
Gargled voice, wretched and shrill
Hark! A harrowing wail
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I would like to translate this poem
such a nice start, Heini. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks