He knocks loud
Upon your door
Begging you
To just let him in
Enticing words
Mournful pleas
Because he is weak
Until you let him in
When you let him in
That is when he becomes powerful
That's when
Your mind and body
Becomes his
Because where demons
And vultures smell death
They come to feast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem