on the night of halloween
the death is always high
for every halloween the night is filled with fear
and fear is what causes the heart to stop
on one special halloween
death thrived in the night
basking in the moonlight
and all light began to die
the sun no longer came in the morning
and the moon no longer shined at night
all life began to fade
a flame was said to live
only one bright life remained
and then that finally ceased to live
the world dived into its darkest days
and the devil thrived off its doom
the world was gone and in its place
was the death of light
Hell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem