What was that, that crept past me there?
A fleeting image, the strange smell of fear.
Darkness and shadows, mask the specter
Hiding in plain sight, yet their shape, I cannot capture
What can they be, where did they come from?
They cannot be mortal, they cannot be like me
Yet my senses are tingling, though my sights unclear
Alone in the darkness, alone with my own fears
Visions of the past come rushing back
Are they dreams, or memories past
Or merely thoughts, lost in the echo's of my mind
an old man, then appeared, somewhere from behind
Damnation's coming, he said, your fate's been assigned
Just another false Prophet, yet another demigod
Taunting me with visions, tempting me with fear
Predicting damnation, in the hope that it appears
The beast is rising, said the Demigod, Satan will arise
With Hell-fire and brimstone, will you be baptized
Be gone prophet, I began, for I fear neither God, nor man
My destiny I control, my fate, I forge with my own two hands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem