Cycle

[Zainabk]

Cycle

Orange crimson glow
Across the scissored edge
Incandescent waves of yellow
Fingering dulled lights
Plumes of black feathers frightened
Ribbons of purple dragon tongues darting towards them

Orb of energy dismounts the grass
Cantering slowly above

Unlit slumbering earth
Awakens
Shadows run far only to be eaten for lunch and regurgitated later

Darkness lifts its moth eaten head
Revealing a rainbow of color
Un-muffled voices resonate across the playground
Free to sing their rhymes

Unbeknownst to the orchestra
The grimness hides
Ready to catch all
When the light saves the other side.