Dark Night
Friday, March 25,2011 - 12: 35AM
Black cloud
Adorn in bleak shroud
Alas tonight! Miss Misery doth sigh
For want of her many radiant eyes
No! Not one gazed down from afar
But for that lone star
Shooting upon its deathly trip
For the Knight, tonight, was gone to that deep sleep
Dreamless yet full of dreams
That would be, if they could be, streams
As the winged, on endless flight
Yea! It was a dark night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem