Night Roamer

That hateful sun
With rays that burn and blister

With light that wakes a sleeping world
A peaceful world

And once awoken
The fights break out

The war spreads
Because of that hateful sun

I am a creature of night
Night is when I roam

Beneath the moon
I am my strongest

The stars comfort me
The dark soothes my burns

The night flowers
Bloom at my touch

The Nocturnal
Are my people

And when that sun shines
It hides my stars

Covers my moon
My flowers sleep

The creatures of my kingdom
Flee with the fading darkness

Only to reappear at
Twilight

That sun
With rays of fire

Slowly kills

poem by Autumn Winds
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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