Illusion of the night

Why do the withered trees look beautiful in the  sunset?

Why does the sound of crickets get louder at noon?

Why does a dog bark fiercely in the dark?

Why can’t I grab my headsets, tell mum am taking a walk at 9pm?

They said  the night is sinister but she went against all odds.

She sings joyfully in the dark. Sways her hips right left right, whining like jezebel to the sound of harps.

She has fallen for the darkness  that holds no reflection of her transgressions. Letting go of the truth , she is subdued into the lies of the dark.

She is lost, lost in the night. The light of the day calls for her but with deceived eyes she has wandered from the day.

She has chosen night over day, darkness over light.

she has chosen the beauty of the sunset she could limitly see to the light of the day providing vast sight of beauty and it’s cause of scars .she ran from the day because it showed light of what night was obscuring .

Her acts of insult to her soul have left no discern of care. Her yearning of easy and speedy outcomes have led to the slow death of her true laughter. what seemed like small irrelevant decisions have led to an enormous core of  undesirable ramifications.

The night is her bliss. The presence of Twilight marks the rise of her strength from the weakness she suffered during the day.

Surely she has chosen the beauty of the night over day, an illusion of the night .