The shadow is the one,
that followed me all along;
It follows me through the night,
until the time is right.
It comes in the devil's hour,
to devour;
the shadow is the one,
who brought mischief all along.
HE'S THE WORST OF WORST,
HIS MOUTH DRENCHED WITH BLOOD;
HE ROAMING THROUGH THE NIGHT,
BUT HE'S OUT OF SIGHT.
So beware of the shadow,
His mouth screams of horror.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem