Poezja

Longest night it was
The morning refused to rise
Languidly, it wrapped itself in a dark cover
Morning dew were long overdue
And darkness took the rein of power
Wielding sword of impenetrable blackness
Stoical, uncompromising and mysterious
Cocks crowed and crowed till cowered
The mist perpetuated itself
The dawn withdrawn to oblivion
The sun turned its black side
Time succumbed to the subtlety of nature
The night encroached the day
People slept and slept till spent
The day the night shift ran amok