The hour of midnight
Ghostly silence shudders
As the wind whistles past the trees,
Leaves whirl downward
And jackals howl.
Phantom spirits delight
In each man's futility,
And shriek aloud
Disturbing the feeble heart
It is time for the necromancer to purge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem