devoir d'anglais

Bonjour à tous, voilà je dois écrire une rédaction en anglais pour demain, je l'ai écrite en français et j'ai essayé de la traduire en anglais mais je suis super nulle; si vous pouviez me le corriger svp (vous me sauveriez la vie).

Merci d'avance pour vos réponses.

texte en français:

Seule dans sa chambre la dame en noir pleure son amant disparu, elle est belle comme la nuit et envoutante comme la lune.

Ses cheveux noirs corbeau lui descendent jusqu'aux chevilles et sa peau est pale comme la neige. Petite, elle porte des ailes noires dans le dos, seul témoignage de son inhumanité. Elle a des yeux d'un bleu tel que celui de l'océan en paraît fade, des lèvres rouge sang : attirantes, tel le fruit défendu ; encadrées par un visage en c¿ur.

Son amant est quelque part dans ce monde, quelque part caché au milieu de toute cette humanité¿ elle se souvient encore de la douceur de ses lèvres sur les siennes et des ses formes finement ciselées par les dieux. Elle aimerait de tout son c¿ur être celle qui éclairerait ses nuits et ferait disparaître les cauchemars¿

Seulement elle est la reine de la nuit et des songes, pour toujours elle veille les hommes qui osent pénétrer dans son monde ; elle est alors la dernière chose qu'ils voient, les dernières lèvres qu'ils goutent, la dernière peau qu'ils touchent et le dernier parfum qu'ils sentent¿ la dernière ombre¿ car son baiser est mortel et glacé.

Mais celui-ci est son seul moyen de rechercher celui qu'elle aime, essayant de toutes ses forces de ressentir de nouveau cette douceur et de mêler une dernière fois ses ténèbres à sa lueur¿

Elle cherche, accumulant les défunts, glaçant les vivants de son étreinte funeste¿

Et elle continuera jusqu'à la nuit des temps.

La Mort est son nom.

la traduction:

Alone in her room the lady in black cries her disappeared lover, she is beautiful like the night and bewitching like the moon.

Her dark hair crow come down up to ankles and her skin is pale like the snow. Small, her carries black wings in the back, the only testimony of her inhumanity. She has got eyes of a blue such as that of the ocean seems flat there, blood red lips: attractive, such the forbidden fruit; framed by a face in heart.

Her lover is somewhere in this world, somewhere hidden in the middle of all this humanity she still remembers the sweetness of his lips on her and his forms finely chiselled by the gods. She would like of all her heart to be the one who would light his nights and would remove nightmares ¿

Only she is night queen and dreams, for ever she watches over the men who dare to penetrate into her world; it is then the last thing which they see, the last lips which they enjoy, the last skin which they touch and the last flavor that they smell¿ the last shadow because her kiss is mortal and frozen.

But this one is its only means to look for the one that she loves, trying all her strengths to feel again this sweetness and to involve last time her darkness with his light ¿

She looks, accumulating the deceaseds, freezing the alive of her disastrous embrace ¿

And she will continue till mists of time.

The Death is her name.

Tentative d'amélioration. J'utilise ce site pour être sur de comprendre le terme et trouver des synonymes (thesaurus)

http://www.merriam-webster.com/

Alone in her room, the lady dressed in black cries after her disappeared lover. She is as beautiful as the night and as bewitching as the moon.

Her dark-as-crow hair falls down to the ankles and her skin is as pale as the snow. Small, she bears black wings in the back, the only testimony of her inhumanity. She has got eyes of such a blue that even the ocean would seem pale, blood red lips, attractive like the forbidden fruit; framed by a heart-shaped face.

Her lover is somewhere in this world, somewhere hidden in the middle of all this humanity. She can still remember the sweetness of his lips on her and his forms finely drawn by the gods. She would like with all her heart to be the one who would light his nights and would remove his nightmares.

But she is the queen of the night and the dreams. She forever watches over the men daring to penetrate her world. She is then the last thing they are able to see, the last lips they will enjoy, the last skin they will ever touch and the last scent they will smell; she is the last shadow because her kiss is frozenly lethal.

But this one is her only means to look for the object of her love, trying with all her strengths to feel again this sweetness and to intertwin for a last time, her darkness and his light …

She searches, amassing the deceased ones, freezing the alive ones with her disastrous embrace …

And she will continue until mists of time.

Death is her name.

Surtout ne me remercie pas !