The Dark Night Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

I stood there wandering in the lost lands of yesteryear memories
The sun slowly dropping into the unknown worlds beyond the horizon
The eerie shadow of the mountain creepy crawling into the valley
I will march backwards into the protective cave of my mother's arms
For the incoming night has those who force march us to the laughing hyenas
The night is warm; even the moon will not rise tonight but the stars ever so bright

I will see you tomorrow, or will I?
Maybe the sea of the unknown will have extinguished my sun
With all these beady eyes looking at me from the darkness
But in the heat of the day we are asked to march like zombies
Zombies we are for it is not our names on the criminals' list
The night is warm; even the moon will not rise tonight but the stars ever so bright

The darker the night, the heavier the fear but the deeper the sleep
Then I had a dream of a bright and sunny day
Darkness could not be seen again
The terror of the dark night was no more; never was it remembered again
Even the birds made merry in the sunny skies
The night is warm; even the moon will not rise tonight but the stars ever so bright

Phillip Nine Mafunga
23 October 2019