J-ust let the night come
A-s the noon is about to end;
Z-one of horror appears,
Z-enith yields to chilling wind.
F-rom dawn till twilight,
A-nother birth is held;
J-ust let Thursday moon rise,
A-s the dark has dwelled.
R-emain brave twenty-third February,
D-on't be afraid of a bad dream;
O-ne masked man has failed to make you fear and scream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem