My dream visions are drenched in blue.
I'm lost in my own solitude.
The days are long and filled with fears.
I can feel the dark spectres' sneers.
The wild gods have abandoned me.
I'm left with fragments of novelties.
Where's the key to unlock my mind?
O where does the hallowed light hide?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem