The invisible monster of afterlife walked closely behind her breathing heavily on her neck.
Thinking it was just the breeze she walked on by....
The deal was - if she took a backward glance he would make himself visible and be her secret partner for life.
She walked into an alleyway thinking she was safe and could defy death, but the dark shadow of death lay in wait at the same street for its prey that day.
Sensing fear, she turned and walked into a dimly lit pub; through a burgundy red door left ajar by a stranger who just walked away.
Little did she know, the shadow of death she sensed in the corner opposite, was but just a reflection of the same dark forces waiting to embrace and take her away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very thoughtful, friend... Death is dead and shall die. God bless you