I once knew a man,
Who thrived in the dark.
Who walked silently upon this earth
He moved in the shadows,
And never uttered a word,
That was not needed to explain
The way he did things
He was a friend to me,
My Lord of Night.
He loved to read
And also to write
He treated me with respect
And was there when I cried
He cared for me
I loved this prince
This knight of night
My friend, my confidante
I can always talk to him,
And he to me.
Till three in the morning
On a bench in the park.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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