Last train comes and goes
While hidden in the darkness
Down midnight leafy country lane
On melancholy moonless night
Waits a vampire hungry for prey.
Pools of pale light
Small islands within dreaded dark
Glow from gothic street lamps
But there is no protection
Without a crucifix and garlic.
Footsteps echo down the lane
Solitary passenger from the train
Heart quickening with terror
Walking with rapid nervous steps
Fearing what lurks within the darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem