Night's End

The desperate night stalks its prey
Attempting to entrap another
Before Light of Day.
Stealthily night stalks,
Through the wooded soul
Attempting to hold it in
Perpetual darkness untold.
But Light of Day arises high
Illuminating this darkened sky.
Shedding rays of enlightened hope,
The wooded soul bathed in Light's gold.
Never will night stalk and win
By holding the soul captive in its grip again.
Light dispels the darkened hold,
The soul is free in Light so clear.
And clear are the woods in the soul,
No longer full of gnarled branches of death.
Light of Day made new what was old,
And daily the rays grow more bold.

Delsia Marie Hall