At evening time when sets the sun
A creeping darkness then will come
And bury yet another day
Into the night where demons play
I came this way, (a time or two)
And tried to hold at bay
Dark forces now that evil do
Would steal it all away
A different music on the wind
A different sound I hear
The moaning of the spirit-world
Of pain, Of loss, Of fear
I wandered lonely, where to go
That I may ease my tortured soul
A phantom sower hating dawn
But with the planting carry on
A grisly forest, blackened, dead
These tunes were playing, in my head
I followed where this music led
A Roman chorus, now all dead
A silent scream, 'Please let me be'
As I hid behind the tree
There to stay, eternally
A cursed shadow, never free
But as the sun begins to rise
A golden light to cleanse the skies
Chase the darkness; Yes it does
And now I find I never was
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your vocab is off the hook, nice work