Nights Poem by Aaron John

The sun has set in into west
Its night, kings has fallen asleep,
Servant are on guard drowning
In insomnia,
Mythical and folkloric creature has rise
Nocturnal creatures awaken,
The chipping sound of crickets
Is what I can comprehend tonight,
We slumber beneath the lumber
Not mindful of glossy movement
Of night creatures,
Darkness is fear, its quiescence made
It vague in our imaginations,
_Daughters of erubus_ yells through winds
Calling the untamed men,
Its night, let's ease stress
And dance the shriek songs of the owl