The starless night is full of broken dreams,
Of unsung heroes and funeral hymns.
The sea is bereft of its blue-like grace,
Shadowed by the moon's grey and gloomy face;
By sounds of dead souls trapped in hades deep.
Their broken voices drive courage to sleep.
For the angel of hell is out to play,
Their joyless laughter keeps the light at bay,
And it drives mad any man of woman born,
Leaving the damed spirit dreary at dawn.
The haunted wave rises and falls with rage;
With dead and drown sailors of different age.
Floating all around on a starless night;
A nightmare creeping deep into my sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem