He stands near the edge of the world.
Gazes out in the distances to find some meaning.
Yet all he can see is a small dim light.
Shrouded in a large space of darkness.
So he then takes a step forward not knowing why.
As he falls from the edge of the world.
The dim light begins to en-large.
And the darkness slowly fades from sight.
He then was greeted by ten blurry monsters.
So he began to cry not knowing why.
As the monster held him.
He heard sounds muffling.
Yet crying was all he could do.
He was then greeted by a blurry imagine.
Yet this seemed to calm him greatly.
The imagine began to speak.
Yet he didn't understand.
None the less he was at ease.
In the arms of his life giver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem