Swept by the illusion of the passing day;
Out on the floor i lay;
Clenched are my teeths with no words to say;
All my mind left to stray;
Fall the day to the night all with shy;
Smoke and breezes so dry;
Wait i for the dooms-day.
Darkness glooms with its awry stare;
Covered in silk, yet am bare;
Loud cry the owl with utmost dare;
Fly the leaves with no fare;
Out came the moon with its mare;
Fear creeps along with its ware;
Makes my eyes stand in glare;
Wished it could care.
From the hole came the mouse so scrawny;
Fall the scotchmist so faintly;
The lilly glide in the sea, so swiftly;
Fret i in the night, so chilly;
Trembling, feeling so scary;
Nighmares of vultures with their wings they fly;
Cold with fright, i cry;
Longing for the day, i pray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Nothing really to be afraid in the dark. The mind needs to purged of weird imaginations