Falling shadows advance the night
Darkness rules sequestered light
Now absent are the birds in flight
Not a living soul in sight
Only faith to brave tonight
Cold and damp impending blight
Pounds my heart to evil's delight
Against my will without respite
There's no escape not even slight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like this a lot. Nightime is my favorite part of the day! Poem has a great rhythm to it. Nicely done!