To Destroy The Darkling Night Poem by Johnny Stefanski

In magic thick and sweet I step between
Deep fissures, rising crests of bounding light,
Impossible geometry unseen

By human soul before. Like waves, the sight
Of this does chill my core and warm my heart
In sickly ostentation. Such a flight

Of artifice divine! The quick’ning dart
That beauty snares and bids to soar along
Horizons flecked with gold does pierce the art

My mind will keep, to render it so strong
‘Gainst flashing, creeping evil. Shining jaws
Will resonate the righteous, dancing song

And carry me to comfort ‘mid applause –
Their grand cacophony does banish dark
And slith’ring shadow. So it shrieking draws.

I bid farewell to doom and praise the stark
Unquenchable: that morning thirst which slays
And cracks the day in twain, the godly arc

Proclaiming victory above all. Days
Make light of nights, though such is it that black
Is triumph’d! Kissing corners, bright’ning ways

That run and hide and veil their bitter track
Against the onslaught. Conquest! Conquest! Shout
Into the clouds with open throat, that back

The night does go! Success! Success! All doubt
And fear is vanquished. Sweetest sun I smile,
I weep, I grace your rescue – timely, stout,

Above all fearless. Facing such a vile
Ungrateful foe you scream upon the moon
To force your enemy to fall. Guile

Does overcome you not, nor tricks, which strewn
Before you shriek while day and night are hewn.