Black skies arch
studded with stars
glistening   bright
piercing at Night.

Back lies cloudless avalanche
of like muddied waters.
Gloomy sight ,cursing the North.

'Sack' cushions far back.
waiting as like a dark night,
fighting hard to en-sack the light.

I'll wait,await the Christ
at all times he stars.
Starring,getting his hands out
should I   might take.
so, arising he's my lift.

Racks witty stars,
like ladders in  Farsi.
Illuminating white-
fighting the blithe.

Don't wait a sec. My neck 'll break
onlooking the wreck
as burgeoning dark, overshadow the light .

Be not fake,
make be light .          
Get not a break or brake
at doing right.

Though the  black skies might bow
relenting should I might
but instead ,I glisten bright.

Calvary arrows piercing  at Night-
Christ the father of lights.