Lost in a dark forest never to return,
With mysterious creatures at every turn.
Running faster at the sound of eveything,
Holding onto dear life with only a string.
Swirling, twisting, falling down,
Strangled by this horrid town.
They were creeping sneaking and screechingly speaking,
Just to wake and find I was only dreaming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem