We all watched in dismay,
As darkness crept up the bay.
Gloomy shadows superseded bright sunshine,
Entirely engulfing Erebus’s shrine.
Swarthy darkness swallowed everything,
Making kids abandon every swing.
Dwellers safely hid in their homes,
To escape the night when nobody roams.
Tucking drowsily into their beds,
They pull their covers over their heads.
Breksta mystically wanders around,
To make sure the dwellers are sleeping sound.
And then comes the gallant morn,
Giving way to the dawn.
Grappling the gloomy dark,
Its gleaming rays descend through the cracked clouds.
Bidding farewell to the night,
The dwellers rise, happy and bright.
This is the story of day and night,
the transform of Selene to sunlight.
(‘Selene’
is the Greek deity of the moon, ’Erebus’ is the Greek personification of the
night, ‘Breksta’ is the deity of the night who protects dwellers throughout the
night.)
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