Nights, Like Knights - Poem by Rani Turton
The length of the winter night
When, evening has just begun.
Nights, ere the morning comes
Nights for the mind to wander
As moonstuck it becomes
The lenght of the winter night
As the hours toil their way around the clock
Dawn will come: Slowly spinning earth,
Weaving, leaving, birth.
Now the clock has stuck four:
It goes on as it always has before.
The weary night, like a knight
Vanquished, and battlesore
Has laid down armour and lance
Has left, heart and mind to restore.
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