STARLESS NIGHT
The blue sky fly away
Taking its time, not in haste
The sun goes to sleep
In a hole monstrously deep
The darkness fill the earth
Swallowing whole what light is left
For tonight is a starless night

The crickets chirp in fear
From tiny holes their cuticles can’t bear
The frogs croak in terror
From ponds where dark water pours
The cockerels lay awake
Not daring on their belly to lay
For the night is a starless night

See the tears of wise old men
Rich in tactics of life and death
Young men drop down weak
Their strength down their groins leak
Great tributaries down the cheeks of infants flow
As they watch their limbs refuse to grow
At the same time their mothers paced like hunting dogs
Wailing and tearing as they are engulfed in the dark fog
On the starless night

When the night is nigh, men often go to families
Their souls they deceive to rest
Deep in shallow seconds of fleeing joys
But it will not be tonight
For the world’s low has turned crest
So men stay awake hoping for dawn
As they pray to survive the starless night

Men's hearts in pieces burst
And their souls are disturbed
The blades keep coming
The turbulent they not sparing
Men as they bleed to death looked up and found dark
And beheld the dead stars
The moon is lost
For tonight is a starless night

Creation waits for the night to pass
The cockerels stand on their feet
With the sound almost on their beaks
Men perch on their stools
Their finger nails dug in their hard palms
Waiting for time to pass
And for the sun to rise
It shall happen soon
The starless night shall be behind.

This poem is not just good, its excellent