Fighting With the Shadows

fighting with the shadows i can see a dark cloud is like the moon is not coming up tonight not even the star's is out tonight what could tonight bring when all this shadows are in disguise fighting with the shadows i can see a dark cloud where birds fly like in the noon i hear mysterious voice's in there shadows the night is long so my eye's needs? a rest yet am awake while i wait for my sleep to come the morning Sims so far to reach as i keep watch hopeing to catch my dreams fighting with the shadows i can see a dark cloud is like the watch men are sleeping while witch's fly like a war plane Wizards in their shadows waiting to suck bloods? off the innocent asleep Above my roof i hear the steps of evil shadows in disguise as i Watch all night long wishing my eye's should catch a sleep yet all i see are shadows some are physical some are mysterious some are magical some are real some are Illusive none was with a mark of good then i realise how long this night will be as i keep fighting with the shadows note in connection of life in the third world so relate this poem to our reality all we do is keep fighting with the shadows with the fear of the unknown