Silent screams running through town,
The murderer lurks as the sun goes down.
When night is silent and the air is still,
He appears with a mouth of venomous pills.
Into a house with sleeping bodies,
He creeps past the sea of furry teddies.
To the next door he steathily slides,
Across the cracks, he cleverly hides.
He spots his prey, so quiet they lay.
He'll soon put them out of their comfortable bays.
Ready he springs, his venom leaking.
One little bite, it ended their dreaming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I totally enjoyed the creepy sensation. Ganbatte! (keep up the good work!)