The looping wind becomes wild, and howls like a hungry wolf.
The trees that shone in the sun become dark and eerie in the dim moonlit night.
The stray cats and foxes roam the desolate streets,
And the shadows come out to play.
The night so dark as the fog creeps and crawls around every corner,
And the mysterious figures of the darkness lurk around the houses.
So with all the unsettling night time games,
It’s no surprise the living hide themselves.
The monsters and ghosts are walking through the dark,
And the creatures of the night are relentless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem