Once inside, the darkness crawls...
From outside in, through frozen walls.
To seek the night, live where It feels...
Dark and cold, but always real.
No Love... No Pain...
Just its hate and its lust.
It feeds off of fear, and survives off of trust.
But some frozen hearts do thaw through loss.
And pain...
Never again, to be the same...
The creature that forebode the light,
Now finds itself afraid at night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem