Circle

Darkness rules coldly

Across the inky blight

Only moon and stars

Echo a milky light

Soon the sun will rise

Pushing darkness away

Birds will start their song

Lighting the torch of day

Black gives way to blue

In a pastel pink sky

Daily toils start

And the sun marches high

Till its peak is met

Atop a busy fray

From the zenith throne

Sun descends giving way

And dark bleeds into

A day no longer strong

The lowering sun

Casts shadows stark and long

Merging the umbra

Beneath a starry swath

Shaded below night

Some shall fear, blind as Hoth

Some thrive free of light

There is time for both

Passing by the minute

Forging the circle

With power infinite