Hear my words,
a tale i shall tell,
upon a whim,
i shall speak of little Glim,
Now little Glim,
did wonder hither and dither,
playing his merry zither.
All pale and white,
shining ever bright,
under this flawless midnight light.
A secret he held,
for little Glim,
really was rather Grim.
For a little girl,
was to pay a hight cost,
for being so lost.
Now do remember,
that i said little Glim,
was so very grim.
For little Glim,
sucked her blood,
it came in a flood.
He wanders hither and dither,
playing his merry zither,
a vampire he is,
definitely not a life giver,
now please do remember,
that little Glim,
really is very grim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome! I like Glim.