Good night old friend
knowing this could be are last
and final words
And that
at daybreak it is all lost
and forever eternally written
Good night old friend
knowing the moon has it's dark side
And bruising blows
that kill
leaving all in a frozen state
And your breath captured
Not of one peep
For the hours tic
and the waiting of the final blow
That takes life
holding on
and never giving the second chance
or the second glance
just merciless command
of it's selfish demand
to be heard in strength
Goodnite my old friend
death shall await your hand.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem