Its turning dark.
Its a long lonely
gravel road that you
are walking down.
A heavy bunch of trees
stand on each side of the road.
As the skies begin to darken fear
forces its way into your thoughts!
You want to turn back, but you
are afraid to!
You are more afraid to turn back
than to keep walking!
The bunch of trees seem to take
on strange shapes!
You start to walk faster!
You hope to reach your destination
before night completely falls.
Suddenly, bright lights appear
in the distance.
Might be the eyes of a demon!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem