Zhom

In honor of National Poetry Month, I challenged myself to write something in a made-up demonic language.

Zhom waior ung vothdom rul saheth.

Yurnid fairg ung desairg

Jyurnid kanzhen moin.

Zhom waior ung vothdom rul saheth. 

Ung voitris rul suzhaiel vongreth.

The End

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