I’m up with the Larks and witness the Sun rise The Sun sitting low in the sky Casting a glow of pale yellow Giving you a feeling of warm and mellow The perfect start to the day In the middle of the morning There is a fog or mist still hanging around Cloaking the landscape in mystery from sky to ground With mixtures of grey from dark to light Tinged with a touch of wispy white The mist rolling over fields and hills Clinging to nature where it stands still A cold wind blowing, lowering the temperature, bringing a chill Around midday the Sun gains its strength The fog or mist give up the fight Fading away with the strength of the Sun’s light Blue clear skies appear, the Sun has finally come out to play Giving a warmth to the remainder of the winter day At the end of the day the sun does set Showing colours of burnt orange and red As darkness begins its slow descent The day transitions into night The Sun is replaced by the crescent of a Moon Casting its pale light The end of the day has come so soon
He keeps his Hyde deep under the surface. Kick the baby. Rape that bitch. Why that monster even exists who can know? Spit on the poor. Rob the rich. I judge not what is never seen, Love is for cowards. Law for the weak. That represents little of a human soul. The way to live, Take all you can keep. Some might battle demons by the dozen Keeping them at bay as they warmly smile. Others might only have a half-formed beast Shouting weakly, As they help humanity all the while.