The sun is sitting.
The moon is rising.
The warmth is leaving.
The cold is coming.
The grass that once covered the ground.
let it become ice from the touch of our beloved moon.
The world lite only by silver light from our mother's glow.
Stop it in its tracks and let teh dcemons roam.
Let us roam the darkness once again.
Let us control the night.
This time is ours.
If you are not like us.
Then freaze.
Freeze along with your daylight.
Humans will no longer control us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem