There is a dragon within the night,
Which causes many to fight,
for one's self,
and to make one's life sit on the shelf,
This beast is invisible to the naked eye,
but will swallow you like pie,
Sometimes it comes on fast,
but often slowly and lasts,
Beware of this monster they call pride,
For it tends to hide, deep down inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well penned. Pride is a monster