The Night World.

On those nights we could see, of fire light and Sun were free. No need for talk or sight of day, when Sol come up is when we lay. The beast of green and stripe with tooth, trees of bark and leaf, and root.

We walked in lines, to hide us few, so warriors and hunters too, could fight as one, and none at all. The Moon our guide since we could crawl.

Grunts to throat , breath and spit, not a word we said but heart we hit, through arrow sharp and goat horn club, to feed the ones that we loved.

To talk of sight of one of eye, was due to dark and mother's cry. The night laid still upon our lids, and color, shapes with unimaginable things.

We could see trail of foul, owl and deer, man on ground. Screech of bat and growl of wolf, all was seen with pattern proof.

Our bellies full when shaman signed, 'The end of night will come through pride'. One eve we walked when drums did beat, the Chief would have us by his feet. A bride of light did he see, to control seeds, to control trees.

He ordered quick and said to wake , when light of Sol would meet our fate, to ground now work, to grounds now sake. To wake at dawn would seal our fate.

The men refused and some would die, he got his message from the skies. Hear the flies and see the plants, hypnotise the Shaman chants.

To those who stayed by moonlight lit, no sweat on brow no home a pit, and when we walked we saw with eye, the stars now left our muddied lie.

The day one's grew with might and steel, we walked alone in midnight feel. With glee we laughed until it came, a thing called fire which by we blamed.

The death of us no longer still we walked high up upon a hill, he Chief is ordered those by his side, to brandish bear skin, bone and hide.

The last of us who still would see, no longer knew if we'd be free, by light of day it was over, the farmers now picked all the clovers.

Forced to work for Sun it came, the night no longer human's dame.