They come every night.
And when they come.
He sleeps not at all.
Screams of a night fool,
that they walk on iron bars.
As fast as night lightening.
Quit as the quill.
To eat his nights all.
They come every night.
He shows the fear in his eyes.
He shows the agony he has.
They leave him awake in the night.
He sleeps not at all.
Screams of a night fool.
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I would like to translate this poem
He shows the fear in his eyes. He shows the agony he has. They leave him awake in the night. He sleeps not at all. Screams of a night fool. the experience of terror expresses so masterfully well. tony