Night Slides in, poised to strike,
the dark hunter of the day.
Slipping his way down trees,
and melting the sunshine away.
The Day battles briefly,
he knows his time has come,
as he hides at the edge of life,
for the Night, a battle fought and won.
The war rages on the other side,
as Daytime battles forward,
snatching darkness in the open,
while shadows in forests run coward.
They wait for the time to strike,
when the aura lights are dim,
battling forward, smothering light,
the battle again begins.
Do you like this poem?
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Oh. This is a nice little poem that you have written here.
I think a lot of people like the subject of night and day and I think that you're right about it seeming like this great struggle or battle for control. But no one ever seems to win, do they? lol I thought you had a lot of good images in this though.
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I like the imagery and metaphor, unless I'm interpreting it wrong, night is death? I don't know but I really like this.
--BON*BON
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Thanks a million, how you see the poem is up to you. Its the fact that a certain something has connected to you, if you can please read the Tidy Monster, I Like that one so far the most.
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Stunning!
I don't think I've ever read anything quite like this before. Excellent characterizations of nature. I love the way you personify each element. The title is brill too.
. This one tickled me with its magic.
(watch the punctuation; if you're going to use 'and' or 'when' or any other adverb in the beginning of a phrase, that is where you could
leave out a comma that precedes it)
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