A Dull Night

• Alarna Fisk, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2009

The stars and the moon’s bright light,
Dull-end by the nights black clouds,
Not a sight could be seen,
Besides a strike of lighting to the north,
Everything was lit up,
But then turned back to its darkness again.

Oh how did he long to see the starry night,
And the moons great rays,
But all of that was taken away,
By the dull black clouds once again.

He plunder how bright everything would be,
Once the nights great clouds moved on.
Hope ran through him as he saw, a warm bright ray from the moon,
Peeping through the darkened clouds.
A shudder ran through him as everything turned bright,
He could, once again, see the enchanted forest in front of him!