Insane visions
Stab the night.
Laughing demons
Mock his plight.
Bathed in blood,
Too weak to scream;
He sanctifies
This horrid dream.
Clawing, screeching
At his door,
He lets them in
Life is no more.
An angel cries
This tragic night,
And covers him
With wings of light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Takin' a likin' to this piece, well done