Darkness succumbs to the light of the day,
Purging all the nightly monsters away.
The day continues with peace and tranquility,
Until the night flies back with great tactility.
The monsters return to terrorize the town,
Scaring the citizens like a circus clown,
Nobody knows why the monsters don't stay,
When the darkness succumbs to the light of the day.

With rough hands, she was the only thing that made them soft.
New experiences protected by their roughness.
The orbit of her body their center.
They kept her safe.
She admired their scars.
Their courage to love as they did.
To properly deflect the asteroids that threatened her orbit.
To hold a fire such as she.
Their standards high, lifting her high above.
An explicable star shooting across the sky.
With hands like a fortress.
They cherished every sunrise of her smile.
For all that she is.
She is blissfully unaware