A Ponder To Whist

To look for a brighter day
when the sky is clear,
when the moon comes at the dew time.
where shall come the sun?
The sun does not have a resting place.
The onsets of the mind prompt the source.
But, its genesis is hard to print.
Beings ponder in awe,
Terror fills the king's domain,
Guards lost hold of their matches.
Warrior's fight termed freedom.
Captives see white rays,
Oh! the light at the tunnel says the hopeless, [KPOKO !!!]