The Phantom of the Night Sky wishes through the wind,
The sun would go,
He would take his place;
He would show his face.
The sunset begins.
The Phantom of the Night Sky is nearly in sight:
Just a few more hours to go.
Nearly ready.
Holding steady.
There is his moment…
The Phantom of the Night Sky dances around.
Everyone can see him.
Torches are turned on,
Some are there, some are gone.
The night is not bright.
The Phantom of the Night Sky stays in its place.
Very still to not disturb the night.
He will be blocked soon,
Like a caterpillar in a cocoon.
It may end soon.
The end has just come.
It is all dark;
He is not to be seen,
Not like he had been.
Midnight, it is.
The sun has risen.
People are waking up.
The Phantom of the Night Sky will not be in
their heads anymore;
Like they just closed a door.
Goodbye, night sky.
Excellent poem, Edmund. I look forward to seeing more. It was good to meet you all yesterday.
Thank you! I really enjoy writing poems! By the way, I really enjoyed the book, ‘The penguin in lost property’.
I’m pleased. Thank you.
i love it edmund
Thank you very much. I did really enjoy writing this. I love your poems as well.