The day

The night

So frightening on their own

So beautiful intertwined


The blurred line as the sun reaches the horizon

Coming down on its daily decent

And the moon climbs that vertical line

And forms a perfect crescent


No wonder men are driven mad by the moon

While others worship the day

These deities, these monsters

Are powerful anyway


Blurring the line between reality and not

Causing those who forgot

To weep to cry

For no reason, why?


I have no portion here

Just the humble scribe

Writing the words I hear

Recreating the vibe


And as these words don’t go untold

Let these words not be slurred

Let people know

Of the the day when light and light were blurred

The Icognito Writer



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