reborn

Cold is the hour near night
When an evanescent light
Covers the land then gives in
To the inevitable dark.

Dark is her dreadful state
When she arrives far too late
To save the life of him
Watch his inevitable death.

Without the sun the flour wilts
When natures balance temporarily tilts
Leaving a sleeping world to rest
Ready for the reborn dawn…

Without the air the boy dies
And no matter how hard she tries
No one can prevent a death
But wait for a life reborn.