Eldhoraz
Inscrit le: 09 Nov 2007
Messages: 7 |
Le 09 Nov 18:25
Une autre de mes créations.. en anglais cette fois-ci
XXXVIII – Bloody Mary
One of my dreams is to wake up
With blood on hands and shutted up
In a cold and wet and thin cell,
Saying these words out of hell :
“Litlle Bloody Mary,
I have killed your baby !”
Not very far, bodies sliced up,
Pieces and parts of corpses sawed up ;
Just for her son, who was too young,
Bloody Mary loathes this song :
“Little Bloody Mary,
I have killed your baby !”
On midnightmare, hear the horror ;
Light two candles near the mirror ;
Facing the Death and all her lords,
Just sing in voice the ancient words :
“Little Bloody Mary,
I have killed your baby !”
Then you will see, in your reflect,
Curious forms and dark objects ;
Cutting up rough, becoming real,
It’s sweet Mary who comes to kill ! |
Wakemeup
Inscrit le: 16 Juin 2007
Messages: 150 |
Le 09 Nov 21:41
You got it! The thing that I don't have catched yet, to put in my english poem....to make them "smell" like english poems. I keep running after it but....it escapes from me!
Bloody Mary , is very well written! Congratulations!
Wakemeup, |
