Sorrow and fright;
bewitch the night;
Lightening bolts of death;
raise dust from my head.
The ground wails;
a sweet aura she exhales;
Pebbles rock her thighs;
descending from terrestrial heights.
Immortal tensions;
rival mortal features;
Cloaks wrapped in the night;
showcases fierce pasts.
Alone on my path;
wish for no hand;
A fierce fear;
mountains surely revere.
Lights never be out;
despise me not in the dark;
Let the tempest be drawn;
life's path never known to all.
Bolts from the sky;
sound strange alarms.
Bolts in my head;
recounting all my fears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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