Poem: The Waking War

The breaking of
The dawn
Casts the shadows
To their
Daylight haunts
And the sombre
Dusk disperses
Almost as
If it never was.

First blood
And fine revenge
As the sunlight
Sweeps the
Open lands,
Scouring out
The shades
That remain in
Stout defence.

And when these last
Dark shadows fade,
The reign of
Night succumbs
To day,
Broken back,
Defeated
To retreat and
Tend it's wounds.

No twilight now,
Just sunlit sky,
And golden
Haze that
Passes by,
Yet victory in
Battle is
Not victory
In war.

And eventually
The day will fall,
In pride, in time,
It's hour
Will come,
And night
Will take it's
Chance to rule 
Again forever more.