What's always special with this night?
As if to feel like free from plight.
That isn't always the case, right?
Some have thoughts to write
With some also spait.
I do think to fight
With all my might
To play parley with speight.
While some wet their tights,
Some long for long day-light.
Well! Part of me still delight,
As if I won a knight
With these carefully carved dights.
On a hungry night diet
It's better to quit rhyme quiet.
It is true that dark holds no terror
But secrets there forever
Thereby I stop this blether
Because I could sense, I quiver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem