And so he took his darkness
and buried it deep within himself
sealed behind two doors of Inconel
and guarded at all times
Almost at once his darkness leaped
and slammed against the doors
trying to break them from their hinges
but at the time not making a dent
He knows that they won't hold forever
they just need to hold long enough
for him to prepare himself for the fight
knowing he has to win
Eventually it will break out
leaving the doors behind as a pile of scrap
but it will find him waiting for it this time
ready to take it down once more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem