Vast leaped the candle's flame,
Kissing grotesque shadows.
Blinking eye of the holocaust
Enshrouded by shards of night.
Drunken fevers illuminate all secrets.
There is one hour between darkness and dawn,
When the beauty of desperate things eclipses time
And destroys the expectations of reason.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This feels like one of those 'awake suddenly,3 am, what? ...? ' moments.