Like a fantasy fall of the night and a beautiful break of the day,
In resplendent attires are they arrayed,
Lost in their fails and falls but never lost their way,
Dying to survive; resurrecting from disarray.

Their life is light and their light is path unto men,
A magnificent power like voices from the Den,
They give strength to the weak, beam to the bleak
knowledge to whosoever seeks, and turn dry lands into creeks.

They're the present of the future,
a gift to adore tomorrow,
The joyful noise to the brim that quenches the songs of sorrow,
They bring dawn to the dusk of hope,
The dying dreamer that give life to a dangling rope.

The visions they own are contrast to the nation’s offering,
Realities of impossible dreams.
Bleak, yet light beckon all eyes to see.
A glory to glorify, splendour of a swaying sea.

Of sprites that ignite the whiteness of brights,
Workers of magic, miracle and mights,
Beautiful days that break silent nights,
Of kings and queens with brighter lights...

#IntoTheSpotlight_II


Ayomide Inufin D'great
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@Opemiplenty