Hey, wake up its morning



Sun rise above stars adorning



Last night beyond sight



His Knight was gone, gone without warning



The day morning came mourning.









Ashes of the night aflutter, on grimaced faces of dawn



Last night is dead, oh what have we done



Turmoil reigned, morning’s tears rained



Last night begot a nightmare



A darkness revealed, a moons mare.









To feel that waking is another dream that dreams of not dreaming, and



The death we fear in our bones is the death that every night we call a dream



The night had to end



The night was morning’s friend.









Again hope blossomed, not a tear was shed, not a grief was bred



Few hours and less fewer deaths later



Another night beneath the sunset



Moons and stars imbedded



More starry than the night before









Yet again, tomorrow cometh quickly



Yet again



The day morning came mourning.



©Davidduoz


https://davidduoz./2017/10/10/the-day-morning-came-mourning/