A Fancyfull Sunrise
People hearken to the sunlight beaming
A splendorous boon to aid our seeing
A daily occurrence there is no doubt
The darkest shoreline disturb'd with a shout
The unseeing dead burst forth from their graves
Radiant fingers fly past us in waves
The dead now hath sight, the flowers do bloom
The yellow roundel hath banish'd the gloom
The man in the sun hath done tipped his hat
The cleric at prayer hath unfurl'd his mat
But what of the vampires? They run and hide
Avoid at all costs, the sun that doth shine
Retiring to coffins, as is their wont
To arise again, the night they do haunt
Copyright © John Bertin | Year Posted 2021
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