by David Asamoah

No longer do they fear the dawn of night 

Or shudder at the absence of the sun 

No day lasts without end but it’s begun 

In the small hours of morn promising light

During the noon, the sun stands its full height

And sombre thoughts of evening are slewn 

With clear, bright skies of health proving a boon

To shroud dire dusk from youth’s unfocused sight

That night arrives relinquishing noon’s fire 

For softer rays of the emerging moon

Selene’s pale sparks signal the day ends soon

Each star an angel’s tear lost in the mire

Of darkness in the void that is now theirs

They rule this fallen place reluctant heirs.