Addressing their easy to sway hearts'
Vulnerable fearing
Wind warned: 'from out tree's blown distress
At your heels, harmless
What first, if cool, gently creeps
Hides a colder grin!
Of which then grown species of shadow
With darker intent
Does, come the twilight hour, form into.
Dead-eyed; to subdue!
Yes; spooks will rise. Quickening
That but quaking sent!
A haunting piece of poetry. The heart of the reader jumps to his throat at " Of which then grown species of shadow With darker intent Does, come the twilight hour, form into."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great write! Well done! x
Thanks so much
Thanks so much jayne. Sorry for late reply