In The Dead Of The Night Poem by Aram Stefanian

In The Dead Of The Night



From great depths of your subconscious
Arises a mystical vision of the future
A giant vertical pulsating tube reaching heaven
Behold the beast that's born once in a millenium

It will make each living soul dormant and unconscious
Until a child in a leopard skin grows mature
To change the number of the man to 777
Excitement over a decisive battle is at its maximum

White is black, nothing golden is precious
No one dares look in the eye of the creature
In the dead of the night when everyhting is raven
An arrow is shot, and the beast is thrown from a podium

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Aram Stefanian

Aram Stefanian

Yerevan, Armenia
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