Another underdog am I
Miserably forging the night
Solely working the graveyard shift
Passing haunting cemetery
Full moon awaits still wolves howling
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Richard, this is amazing. The imagery will stay with me. This really does underline the psychology of the world today....the night sounds- - bad, but all is relatively still. What is to fear? Could it be the coming of daylight...when our fears and enemies confront us? This is one of your finest! Straight to myfavourites.