Of night and dark and
Horror
And motions phenomena
And ghosts
Of the sub-conscious
Yearn I.
And
In this dark world
Living
Indifferent to me
Power and glory
Restriction and liberty
But
Only when dusk comes
It comes a-glittering
In its sultry garb fluttering
In the winds of the
Times
Indifferent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem