Here in darkness I lay, my hand invisible before my eyes,
In the distance shadowy figures start to move,
I feel like their prey as ancient fears begin to arise,
In an instance like a drum, my hearth now beats,
No longer in peace do I slumber,
The horrors of an inquisitive mind,
Increase as logic goes a blunder,
The terrors I see while blind,
In the folly of the brave,
Now I switch on a light,
The darkly phantoms leave,
In pitch black is they're bright,
Now a light I leave on,
For fear of their return,
A window sunlight ease in,
Dare I sleep this morn,
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I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Ros. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.