Vice Dice
When the sun shall rise
and moon sets its demise
take cold its vice
escape devil’s dice.
What left hence pray
as game begins to stray
cry-out an emotional array
disperse remaining gray.
Atop sun swims so fast
light bloom full contrast
horizon soon must cast
evening’s orange pretending past.
The game is back on the run
the dark or you, whose be shall fun
dreaded by devil’s return
back again is night’s turn.
Copyright © Prayoktr Niyuti | Year Posted 2020
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