The sounds you hear bounce off the walls,
The Darkness is what calls.
It talks to you,
And you talk too.
It lurks around,
But makes no sound.
The secrets are to be kept,
Whoever tells shall have wept.
The Darkness is always there,
Surrounding you in the open air.
Don't look back,
Don't attack,
It might bite,
But you can put up a fight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's cool. I like the cleverness applied to it.