I wrote a poem in English today.
It's up for interpretation.
Go wild.

No one knows of those beneath,

Who hide and crawl

Through tunnels deep,

And wait for days

When fires find

The stunted others

Of their kind.

Of us above

They do not know,

And neither we

Of those below.

But still they wait,

The rocking sea

 And darkness dance

Cross worlds three

The sky

The earth

And those below

And water deep,

The fourth world knows

As shining lights

Doth fill the sky,

To wait for such

To say goodbye,

And soon it comes

The dreaded hour

When those below

Lose all their power

The glowing orb

That burns the white,

For those below

They rule the night

Here's the picture that inspired it!