Darkness locked with Light

Darkness locked with Light

Night fell in love with the day,
her dark essence turned grey,
a red moon filled her soul,
her stars grew lighter, brighter.
Night fell hard, but days are fickle,
not like nights with the assurance
of darkness. Days-unpredictable.
So she broke, poor Night.
Her stars dimmed, blackened.
Her moon rose, turning bright,
seeking vengeance, sucking light.
Not much left of Night,
just a black black sky
and a blazing angry moon.

2 comments

  1. Himz · November 19, 2013

    This is is beautifully written 🙂

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