THE WISPERINGS OF A DAWN

The mornings first rays

lighting the old sparrows many ways

and just like an old master would say

never back down sonny because every fight has its sway

Before the weak rays of dawn

so says story teller fronn

the night is at its darkest and as terrifying as a beast at its best

but as every dawn arises to a masters worthy praises

as the cuckoo sings every spring to mark the end of the cold raging winds

like every calm before a storm

I am strong so dark informs 

but as certain as its return

its strength shall depend on 'the whisperings of a dawn'

Stronger for sure will be the dark upon resurrection

 so will light upon dark's dissipation

in this endless loop

i fell the need for some soup

for in this battle between good and bad

the mightier wins and is the merrier lad

and this full ring of fate is the

spawn of the whisperings of a dawn