Under the fountain is a loathing monster,
How hundreds have perished from such a beast.
The internal conversation we are having
Represents the evil within and the one good of it.
This maniacal beast eavesdrops whilst we lean,
And often it speaks to the mind, fully hurting.
The voices gained are the very hallucinations
Actually, truly, properly, that we attain nightmares.
This fountain remarks as a ghoul,
They are utterly defeated by its call;
Their moments have collapsed from all the cares,
And a monster within has emerged
To be loathed forever due to the visits made.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem