• Dawn is slow yet fast
    Approach with caution
    You wont be the last
    To fall victim to its fog.

    Srars twinkle above
    The sun shines faintly in the east
    The air has quiet love
    Drowzy with no sleep.

    The others approach
    The sun grows higher
    The subtle brooch
    Catches fire.

    The air grows loud
    Feet strike the earth
    The fog rises to the clouds
    The stars fade away.

    Yet one still stands
    The morning star
    It holds on with invisable hands
    To regain its bright light.