Staring at the campfire; 
Oh, what a sapphire, 
It could start a bushfire. 
The flicks of light, 
The tricks of night; 
Oh where is that knight? 
Out in a fight, Out in the daylight; 
The horrors of night, 
The abandoned light, 
Sacrificed on sight, 
Paralyzed from fright, 
Symbolized by spite; 
What a night, 
Can't wait for light, 
The time starves me.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Good poem, exquisite rhyme scheme