Silvery strands from a jealous moon
Floods the night to light the room
Sun has left an abandoned sky
To return at dawn to a remembered high.
Shadows lurk against a wall
ominous pretext to imminent downfall
Worried face beneath starched sheets
Peer at Lonely moonlit streets
While cocooned in silent slumber
Populace sleeps as monsters wander
Ghosts and ghoul command the night
keep you nervous and uptight
Then at last, a friendly face.
Intrudes into this scarey place
Tired limbs at the door
Mother shuffles across the floor
her lips caress a worried brow
And banish doubt from the now
'Sleep child, time for sleep
Dream of oaths we never keep'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem