Night Reings

Clannish troop of darkness
Invade a glittering territory

A night sprouts
From a time that is enfolds by minefields
With an aura of maelstrom
To root out a budding light

The night in its prime
Roars in haughtiness
Its dimness strictly rules
A kingdom that hangers for light

The day is a fugitive
Homeless in its abode
It lives but a blinded light
That could only see in lucid hallucination