A shadow across the forest,
the light before your eyes.
His presence can be felt,
you have not been told lies.
The truth behind any doubt,
Don't wait until it's too late.
He's on the verge of your knowing,
but it's only your fate.
A masked man,
Identity unknown.
An ancient legend,
waiting for your moan.
They say he comes in the evening,
during misty nights.
A wolves howl,
Your own fright.
In the depths of despair,
with only knowledge of your fears.
No hope can be found,
you cannot hold back the tears.
Trying to hide in the shadows,
you're out of breath.
Look up to see,
solely your death.
It is the end,
Your heart will never mend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it, a great flowing poem, with haunting undertones.