The Reality of Stars, an original poem

Dark nights have long since passed,

Their tales of woe forgot. 

Do wolves still howl at beaming moons?

Do stars still spell of stories warn?

Legends lost as light spreads over

Rivers, trees, and moors.

No darkness creeps,

Nor nothing weeps over silvery ghostly yarns. 

Nearby villagers often ask,

Wondering of the start,

When did Nighttime lose his might?

Truth is long forgot. 

Village elders tell their tales,

Remembering twilight's past.

They tell when Night would fill the sky,

Before it came to naught.

Earth would cool,

Stars would beam,

Shadows of time still had a seam.

Now everyone dreams in light,

There seems to be no nighttime fright

Still, when did nighttime lose his might?

When children ask about the dark,
Tales of woe fancy their souls.
They wonder if there was a night,
Questions they'll always mourn.

~ Sarah Stufflebeam

(I haven't written a poem since that haiku back in September, 2018.  Thought it would be good to maybe start writing poems again.  It's a good practice. :0)