As the end of days approaches,
The prevailing rays emerge,
Caging the night,
And letting the light dominate.
Strangers in the fields,
Armoured with glittering shields,
Strengthened by the gallant sun,
A multitude that stands as one.
This marks the beginning of a new order,
Fresh boughs arise from the stem.
Darkness is dispelled from its hidden chamber,
Put into an eternal slumber.
I see my mother standing far away in a meadow,
The sky was arched by a rainbow.
I run to meet her,
I embrace her,
And then she’s gone.
I wake up,
Lying on a pier by a lake,
The night is infused with myrrh.
Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing, particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.