i wait
for the sun to rise
i wait
for tomorrow to come
but as
the knight of the dark
spreads his wings
draws his sword
from its diamond embedded sheath
the fire
of reality
of truth
of realization
burns my insides
this dark knight
only needs
one strike
and my wait
shall become
eternal
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I would like to translate this poem
nice poem, written neatly and entertaining