I am the night.
I am the cold dank mist that rises and chills the bones.
I dwell, tarrying in the slinking shadows and the darkness that creeps into the soul.
I am the pale eye of the moon-shimmering mockery of the life-giving sun.
I am sound that echoes in the vacuum of silence—
Turning that which is so familiar
Into that which is terrifying.
I am the eyes that light up the night-
Innumberable of them-
Ebony, green, blue-
And the deep hue of scarlet like drops of gore come to life—
Nightmare eyes that you cannot turn away...
All these things form a part of me—
Perhaps, I may not want them, but they are there, nonetheless.
I am your friend and your enemy;
Your ally and a stranger.
I am a wanderer and I am the night...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem