"A song of ice" [ver 2] [poem]

[A song of ice]

I was in front of the gates of hell
and who could have said
that those were like mirrors.
A girl was waiting through of those lands.
A frozen world behind the portal of pain
inside a temple made with impious hands,
silent and cold as the bane.

The horizon overflood
Spilled wine from a fountain
Its color was like blood
and was warm like it.
And yet, truly sweet
at the touch with my broken lips.

What would become of that girl?
Where would she be?
Would God let an angel in here,
in opposition to this land burned by the ice?
But then, she reappeared before me.
Pale as if all life had left her body
but her skin was so smooth
her eyes were lit like flames of azure.

Then I recall who she was.
She recovered the silhouette of a murderer.
Her hair then fell from the coat,
It was dark like an ominous forest.
She pushed me back like a boat before the storm.
I stumbled and fell into the abyss
and an ice dagger stuck in my heart,
I was sealed by her name:
Alayna.

[First version]

I was in front the gates of hell
And who could have said
that these were like mirrors.
On the other side, a girl with pale skin was waiting.
A frozen world behind the portal of pain
inside a temple made with impious hands,
silent and cold as the death.

At an unexpected point in the horizon
Spilled wine from a fountain
Its color was like blood
and was warm like it.
And yet, truly sweet
at the touch with my broken lips.

I wondered what would become of that girl.
Where would she be?
Shall God let an angel in here,
in opposition to this land burned by the ice?
But then, she reappeared before me.
Pale as if all life had left her body
But her skin was so smooth
and the eyes were lit like flames of azure.

Suddenly I recall who she was.
She recovered the silhouette of a murderer.
The hair then fell from the coat,
They were dark like an ominous forest.
She pushed me back like a boat before the storm.
I stumbled and fell into the abyss
and an ice dagger stuck in my heart,
and I was sealed with by her name:
Alayna.

[Spanish, not rhymes]

Estaba frente a las puertas del infierno
y quién hubiera dicho
que en realidad eran espejos.
Al otro lado esperaba una mujer de pálida piel.
Un mundo helado detrás del portal doliente.
Silencioso y frío como la muerte.

En un punto insospechado en el horizonte
un vino de una fuente se derramaba
Su color era como la sangre
y era cálido como esta.
Y sin embargo, auténticamente dulce
al contacto con mis labios rotos.

Me preguntaba qué sería de aquella mujer.
¿En dónde estaría?
¿Dejaría Dios entrar a un ángel hasta aquí,
en oposición a esta tierra quemada por el frío?
Pero entonces, ella reapareció ante mí.
Pálida como si toda vida hubiera dejado su cuerpo
Pero su piel estaba tan tersa
y sus ojos estaban encendidos como llamas azules.

Súbitamente, recordé quién era ella;
recobró la silueta de una asesina.
Sus cabellos cayeron de su capa,
obscuros como una selva ominosa.
Me hizo retroceder como un navío ante la tempestad.
Me tropecé y caí en el abismo
y en él, una estaca de hielo se clavó en mi corazón,
y quedé sellado por su nombre.