Like the knight of sleeping beauty,
He slash through my heart.
Tearing down my courage,
Shattering my resolve like a wine Glass.
He has stolen upon me in the Dead of the night,
With the darkness as his shield.
I look and wonder.
What brings my heart to my lips?
What shivers my spines?
I peer and peer, think and think.
Yet, i see not his face.
I try to fight, but my strength fails.
Almost defeated, i am,
For he is the meanest of his kind.
Show me thy face o slayer?
Nay he says, 'for you cannot know me'.
I am the dark that looms in every man.
I rise to conquer when my brother Failure,
Stares mortal in the face.
Dare not seek me for i am invisible.
You will ponder dawn till dawn On me.
I am a conqueror vanquished only By faith.
And till knowledge breaks upon You,
I will hold you in chains.
Know me now?
I am fear of the unknown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great atmosophere in this piece, it builds really well. Some beautiful phrases. Keep writing!