In a dark and dreary place,
Where secrets hide and shadows race,
A mystery waits to be unveiled,
Its truth, a story still untold.
A clue was found, a hint was dropped,
A journey starts to solve the plot,
With twists and turns at every bend,
The answers, just around the bend.
A puzzle that's been long entwined,
A truth that's been so hard to find,
The pieces slowly start to fit,
A mystery that just won't quit.
And as the night creeps in so still,
The truth begins to climb the hill,
A whisper on the wind so soft,
The mystery's end, a final thought.
So now, dear reader, listen well,
The story of this mystery, I'll tell,
With every word, a piece to see,
The truth of what was meant to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem