Poem
From Dawn To Dusk, From Darkness to Day Again
About the Cycle of Day and Night, and What Gives Fright Tonight
E’er the illusive dance of dawn and dusk, ever the hunter and hunted, one chasing the other in eternally entwined embrace. E’er the celestial spectacle, we watch the heavens as darkness seems to chase the light from the sky, yet always it is the shimmer chasing the shadows. ‘Least that is what our leaders lie as daily dear dawn dims to dusk and dies. But we are taught the terrible truth, as we shiver in shadow, the cold caress of cabin and cottage, far from the fiercesome fires of fortress furnace and chapel chimney. Our sovereigns sleep safe and sound while we worry and wonder if the sun still survives and will soar once more, to save us from the nightmares of the night. We are but the farming folk, toiling away each day, just to greet the gloaming with fear and loathing and hide away ’til break of day, but we know what shifts in shadows, and what wanders the woods and haunts the heath, and what in darkness dwells beneath, waiting to wake should e’er we break our vigil or e’er lose sight of light at night.
