A/N: Hey, here’s the English version. I’ve got a French version, too. I’m not a very good poet, I don’t think. But if you don’t like this, try my stories. I’m better at prose.

Night.

Darkness is swirling, swirling.

All around me, it becomes a state of mind.

Darkness obscures my thoughts.

Sky.

The moon and stars present themselves.

Their glittering, silver beams of light pierce the darkness of my mind.

Light!

My thoughts flow once again.

I Fear no more!