Night here looms the twin of death
born in the rayless glint of light
bestowed with celestial object guide
like the moon and stars greet before bitumen glide

In the absence of dawn workers
who chooses not to glimpse the deadly hour
fearsome of the dark,hooting of night hawks
a tale told with superstitious beliefs lurks

Gadding on rooftops with its mournful call
night your gloomy stare scares all
nipper in his mordant revelation turn
but how hastily he scurried due to strange moan

Having observed by the human race
night you have your filthy faces
who sees you as a lovely nature which provides loots
in your shadow the resemblance of snake soothe

Teaming atlas at dawn while the sun smiles
night; i pray you, let the dawn chorus smile
for when your brow is overcome;
i will realise my fear in night as volatile dome.


(the gladden scribbles)