Light's facade weakened red
Blend upon the slackened leaves
Quietly sought a night's rest
Nesting upon the darkening sky.
For despite its great might,
The light must meet the night
And the fight's a swordplay
Of which neither knights gave way.
Alas
One must live and the other dies
Darkness thrived and surrounded light
And as the clock begins to strike
Like an animal
Darkness swamped the powerless light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a very good poem, indeed, expressing a deep idea-thank you for sharing..