Now is the time darkness comes,
With deafening sounds like silent drums,
Church bells ring,
And choruses long dead sing,
Spirits fly,
Through a blackened sky,
Now is the time the living die,
And float up into the sky,
Souls become stars in the black sky of night
Never again to see the light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice, , , i dont like reading others stuff but i injoy this alot... you have a cool mind.and deep eyes