Night has come
I open the door
A safe place is found
A fake star has come out
Strange taste and triangle shape
Wise mans advice
is to search for a nack in life
in order to recieve the divine gifts
Night to day
Children have come out to play
Protect and watch over them we must
For demons are a lurk
Gargoyles worries hung over our heads
for safety isn't assured
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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