It gives comfort of rest
It brings shadow of protection
It provides time of contemplation
Let the dark be the covering veil
It is fond of secret, it likes mystery
It humors power, it hides ignorance
It attracts the innocence, it allures the rebel
Let the dark be the company of silence
It could lead us astray
It could doom us to sorrow
It could stab us with fear
Let the dark be the great weakness
It eats us, it makes us weeping
It tests us, it demands us to choose
It binds us, it forces us to flee
Let the dark be the lamenting fall
It fuels lust, it sparks danger
It feeds angst, it rules in night
It fills the hole, it colors the unknown
Let the dark be a threatening storm
It is manipulative, it is untruthful
It is tainted, it is illegal
It is haunting, it is contagious
Let the dark be an echo call
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem