There's a spirit that follows me.
Not every eye can see
On a few occassions it whispered
I need, I want to hinder the
I am taking captive the free, and
All that will come with me.
I bring torment, who can flee?
I am always lurking to entangle thee.
I kept quiet, to give no conversation
Then commanded the darkness to flee.
As the Sun burst through to cover me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem