Horror stirs at sundown
as hungry monsters wait.
Obscured by light of day,
the brute declares our fate.
Sunlight cloaks our fears
and helps us to forget.
But still the day is fragile,
a vague and brief vignette.
The darkness of the soul
is dark as darkest night.
It lurks in silent shadows
where terror blocks the light.
The sunset fire will fade,
the moon will show the way.
The predators of twilight
shall haunt the end of day.
The heart of man is dark,
though we deny the beast.
But when the light departs,
the savage is released.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem