Sun's War

Shadows slithering,
'round wrinkled trunks,
blackness pressing
through bitter night.

Howls strain among leaves,
a sobbing hurtful noise,
shivering past,
wicked points slashing souls.

Lonely night cries.

Erupting light
spinning far,
smashing night's chains.
Screaming triumph,
warmth swells drinking souls,
mending baleful wounds.

Sun sings bright.

Night shuns blinding day,
fading back,
scheming,
sometime,
someway.

©1998, Christie Benson

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