Through the cedar trees
You run a sorrowful howl
Pierces the silence



Death knocked on my door
I asked are you a boar
He replied with a smile
I am part of the Nile
I shut the door


Free Verse

The night is young
Yet so old
It has no boundaries
The sun and moon guard us from its wings
For a timeless war
The night has always been kept back
But has it?
Little children cower in fear at the darkness that swallows the world
Night’s feathers tickling at their conscience
Testing their bravery.
Night has never won, as long as the sun and moon stand bravely
Facing the enemy until the sun finally sets.