Hide away....make sure you lock all the doors tight,
the Beast is loose again, so please...stay in your homes tonight.
Pull your curtains... turn your lights down low,
from any lantern...be sure to not allow the Beast...to see the glow.
Avoiding the shadows, in its search of light.
Listen carefully to my words....and you may, just be alright.
Listen not...and you may only might.
It`s dressed in ways that good can never be,
hidden from all....until the light it does see.
Lost in shapes....figures of dark symmetrical dress,
only to the Devil.... does it to me,
the Beast...the Moth...confess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem