Darkness Of The Night

• Sarah Stewart, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2013

Staring at the starry sky,
No one can help but wonder why,
When the stars start to shine,
Why the spiders are so sly.

With the moon high and bright,
Giving off it's ghostly light,
Be free but don't be bold,
For that is what the wise man told.

When the clouds hhide the moon,
Little girls start to swoon,
Over the men who grasp the ropes,
To everyday give them hope.

There's a forest that no one has seen,
Except for a hero who has been,
The sun emerges from depth of darkness,
Yet it has never made me heartless.