In the dark you can hear me walk,
In the dark you open your eyes and freeze.
For you hear what walks with me.
I am but happily accompanied with my friend,
In the dark I am happily concealed and free to speak.
So I step into the stary night.
You shiver with the thought of a theif,
Maybe I'm froozen in fear aswel?
You tempted to peak in freight but stop instanlty.
I begin my conversation as though speaking to a friend,
And indeed I'm speaking to a friend.
Though not of this world but still a friend.
Speak of the stars and the moon,
The mysterious things of this world... and others.
Speak of curses and phenomena’s,
The ever so evil and mysteriously unkown topics.
Still frozen in fear you listen sinking deeper into thought,
Slipping deeper into your unconsciousness.
Until my words of wisdom and wonder are all but a murmur....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so who are you talking to?