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