We sat at the feet of the morning
Kissing the glory of the dawn
Eerie clouds in colours of victory
Assurance of power in the airs
Welcoming us to glory in splendor.

Tell us not that the party is done
As darkness knocking steely
Vowing to swallow the morning
But in this enterprise, we know
The light'll outwit the dark.

Time, iconic and iconoclastic force
Raging to devour all oppositions
Defying their force of gravity
To bring them to routing defeat!

I am older
No longer strangled by
blinded naivete
with a smudge
of silly
embracing the white
invasion
in every crevice
of my body
I am a glacier
receding into
the extinction of Me
Now that I am closer
to the fervent void
I will savor
this child free air
a crone and a mystery
to thee

On the edge of a cliff
Fear and death rampaging, but
Fall on my sumptuous laps
And let neither fear nor death
Live to grow its deadly horns.