Out in the haunted barnyard
Under the crescent moon
The skeleton horses lay down
and enjoy the night with each other
Bales of hay seem to have been piled
up
And the stone towers and the forest aren't
too far away
The haunted barnyard is indeed well
However twisted and unbelievable it
might be
This night surely feels evil to me
In more ways than one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem