All that I am is lost in translation

In the deep dark depths
of the bluebell dell
all my dreamland
razed to hell
by the modern's backward glance
of viperous intent
Nimue-trapped
in my crystal cave
opaque to the desire of other
than eau naturel
echoes of "ouvrer le chien"
merde-din about me  ¶ 2:19 AM