Sometimes, things may mysteriously not work
Sometimes, you get a feeling there's something in the dark that lurks
Sometimes things come out at night, plotting and making schemes
Sometimes, in my dreams, I can hear the frightened and dreaded screams.
Nothing can be what it seems
Thin air can produce razor-sharp claws or laser beams
Supernatural is the stuff of nightmares
Supernatural is the sutff that gives you scares.
You may be wondering what goes on in the dark
Be it toiling witches or a snarling great white shark
This poem talks about the unusual
But I hunt the dangerous and supernatural.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem