eh…perhaps it's a fairy tale poem.I'm not entirely sure about the quality of the translation, but I hope it reads well( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )
The Queen of the refugee district,
Begged a witch for a child.
You must first listen to a hundred wishes,
Then wade through a hundred rivers,
And bury those hundred wishes with a corpse.
In the year after next, an infant shall grow from there."
The Queen of the refugee district,
Gathering a hundred wishes was easy,
For she knew so many people.
Wading through a hundred rivers was hard,
For the hundred rivers were as bitter as the hundred wishes.
The Queen of the refugee district,
The Queen at death's door,
The hundred wishes and the hundred rivers
And drifted lightly into the freshly dug grave.
She covered her wild eyes with silver coins,
And before the heavy snow could bury her,
Her last wish flew from her lips—
With skin as white as fresh snow,
Lips as red as fresh blood,
And hair as black as a raven's feather!"
From the skull that once housed those wild eyes,
A child forever wrapped in garments as thick as snow,
A child with mucous membranes溃烂 (ulcerated) like a pomegranate, forever holding blood in her mouth.
A child whose fate was coveted by demons, as illusively black as a raven's feather.
The echo bird continued to circle
This leper with nowhere to run,
Circling in the mortal realm.
The echo bird shrieked and screamed,
For this destined one, the Lord of the Tower,
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