Creeping, crawling, ever closer,
Filling people up with fear,
Sleep and rest I have no time for,
Yet wide awake do I draw near,
Sneaking, sweeping, you cannot hide,
From far away I come to you,
Forever, always, will I be here,
In the darkness, bright, and half-light too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem