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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Lots of people prefer daytime because they can explore things and have a blast of time. But what about night? Very few people prefer night. But this poem will show how destined the night really is.

Submitted: October 27, 2017

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Submitted: October 27, 2017




Night or Day?

Wonders or Dreams?

Sun or Moon?

The stars that were held captive,

Are now feeling free, twinkling and shimmering, 

Magic of delight,

With the milk round moon full tonight,

Yet the woodpecker would always sigh,

If only the bark on the tree was softer,

No one would know,

It's the man in the moon,

Who once held the wish of a shooting star,

Not into the blue, but into a shining dazzle,

And the woodpecker would stay empty,

In the fog which illuminated the night sky,

But was it enough?

Travel to a distance of a wheel,

Of a light,

That one knew not how to unlock,

Thus the galaxy in beyond,

Anyone's wildest dreams,

For have you heard the cries,

The howl, the roar,

That was held by the wolf,

Whimpering to the blue corn moon,

As it's hunger awaits endlessly,


Alone and dangerous,

All burning into rage,

So the night for the woodpecker,

Is hunted, and danger alone,

Surprise, surprise,

The vines intertwined, holding the darkness,

In a gash, a sudden swipe,

The woodpecker will chirp the soul that erupted tonight,

While the wolf tiptoes into the shadows,

In the life of one night...

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