WAR: SUN VS MOON BATTLE
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I am denied a resolute rest
for the stars and master moon lost their
battle with the invading dawn and
their royal king sun that shines through my lids.
Its relentless pet rays beams on me
that a cool refreshing sparkling drink
dries in my mouth and vapors my throat
sending beads of sweat round my body.
In the coolness of my vast salt mines
glaring out the window of despair
to all the wretched gone beings caught in scorch
whereto, short, I will gravely echo.
It governs this, my awaken life
under it, there is no place to hide
I am but a pawn on its chess board
I am under its command, its will.
For now I bide my time neath its day
and await the master moon's return
it will vanquish the royal king sun
and warrior stars will dot the sky.
Jointly, they will rule my restful night
assure that I will not be disturbed
for this part of my life, I am theirs
a balanced me, under their domains.
Copyright © William Kekaula | Year Posted 2019