It’s whatever you make it.
It’s the fear you have and how you see it.
If you fear the night, your valley will be dark.
If you fear monsters, your valley will crawl with them.
If you fear the unknown, your valley will be an abyss of nothingness.
Do you know what I fear?
I fear not making it through my valley.
So it will be never ending.
Like running towards something that keeps getting further away.
I don’t fear death, or shadows,
I fear the length of the valley’s torment.
So trust me when I say,
The valley will be what you make it.
So make it obsolete.
And you will pass right through to your salvation.
Don’t be me.
Don’t fear the valley.
Because really,
The valley of the shadow of death.
Is nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem