• Dawn

    As night turns to day,
    Dark yields to light.
    Shine the sun's first ray,
    With darkness locked in fight

    The battle raged on,
    Never a moment weak.
    As each side moved it's pawn,
    For the night it looked bleak.

    The light shone through the dark,
    As a hot knife through butter.
    As a great and powerful shark
    Sinking a small cutter.

    Dawn delivered a final blow,
    To the war-weary night.
    Who sunk to the low
    As morning showed its might


    The night was dead,
    It was fully defeated.
    With its blood the sky turned red,
    Only to be repeated