the darling morning woke from its slumber,
denying the chieftaincy of the night
running through the maze of darkness
crawling through the hazy of thick clouds
&rallying the championship of light and darkness
the place where the giants fought
breaking bones of the stars
&whipping the cloaky moon
in cold blood, both parties screamed,
howlings that could pass for an alarm
only night - lenders watched the show.
in grave silence,the night passed by
he lost the duel,
clasp of lightenings coronates the morning,
he won the bout!
- it's a bright morning here.
it's a lovely sight.
# poetic