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.
So every time the night rolls in,
I wonder where all the normality goes?
Where everyone is and what they are thinking?
There is one thing I’m sure of, it’s why people don’t go out into the dark.
They are afraid, with good reason, of the living nightmare they will discover in the blackness.
So maybe you could enlighten me?
Please tell me,
Where do you go, when darkness falls?
And maybe you could take me with you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.