Caught up in the storm.
Oh the promise to do no harm.
A grey area well worn.
Guess I will never know.
Sitting at another empty show.
Waiting to be called upon.
As if that would save you somehow.
The black terror please make me proud.
A ghost upon heavens shroud.
Lift up and all the secret will be revealed.
Stories going back thousands years.
Millions of reflections from a single frosted tear.
A memory so easily disappeared.
Carried off with the fickle wind.
Do I dare follow.
Deep in the wooded hollow.
Oh what monster could lurk?
Preserved by the darkness that lies within my heart.
Could it be of my own making?
The demon edging ever closer to being set free.
What would it do, how far would go, to relieve the pain of a fractured ego.
I just don't know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem