Trudy Diane Rider Poet Free verse

Illumination Ritual

The night,
raven black with shadows deep
taunts and terrorizes
the very soul
but never will it forever
possess eternity
for the morning star
is powerful in her
dawning ritual
slowly chasing the shadows
of the dreaded night
back into the corners
of the minds furthest reaches
as her slender golden fingers
stretch lazily across the land
the darkness retreats
in honor, respect and fear
for nothing has more power
over darkness’ grip on death
than the golden goddess of the day
her warm and shining face
and her forever timely
ritual of illumination

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James Fraser June 20, 2009 at 11:24 AM Delightful write Trudy, had me gripped reading it>>James

Daver Austin June 20, 2009 at 9:55 AM This is brilliant! I'm not worth a hoot until I have my first cup of coffee, and the sleep time is usually a bummer. Hooray for the sun!" Love, daver

Christopher Higgins June 20, 2009 at 8:03 AM This is terrific my friend..such a peace came over me as I read....love how you detailed this write...the ending is superb...

Carrie Richards June 20, 2009 at 6:56 AM At times it does seem as if night takes on a life of it's own....followed by the cheerful personality of the dawn. Well done, Trudy! ~ Carrie