The tyranny of light

What we know to be right may be wrong.What we believe is good, may still be not that good.Just trying that with light...to find out how much darkness means to us.

The tyranny of light;
it tears,
the heart of the night
unapologetically.

Every morning on the run,
many a nights are dead
by the mighty warrior Sun.
He and the tyranny of light

Just look at night,in pain
through men and sun alike,
On the grass are the tears it rain.
With stabs on skin,but hope in its heart,
lives the tyranny of light.

It rises again, day after day,
gives warm quilts of December
undoes a cruel sun in hot May.
It rises,to live
and be dead again at dawn;
killed by the tyranny of light.