Where do the goblins roam?
Anywhere they can find a home.
While on a journey in the spiritual abyss,
I came across one such as this.
An ancient being on a leisurely stroll,
Why did our paths cross in the heavenly knoll?
The ancient one shrieked in a dialect unknown,
Surprise in the voice was revealed in the tone.
Then realizing how scared it must be,
I was the intruder the goblin was me.
Reality to you may be a dream to
another.
Be quiet when you roam and stay
undercover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really love this, a really great poem.