A new Day

A new day. This July morning is brightened by the new sun. a bright and fresh morning to chase away the cold of the night. To banish the things of the dark. But behold! Ra’s chariot drives on. Midday is here and the earth is hot. The dew of early morning has sense been dried by sol’s rays. Drawing sweat form the farmer’s brow as if from a well. The sun is at it’s highest. Beaming down on us with it’s withering gaze. But even the mighty sun can’t stay up forever. As it kisses the eastern hill, the pale counter part comes from the west. As quiet and subtle as a shadow, creeping on the ground. The setting sun is all but gone. Leaving only Luna in it’s wake. As the last of the day’s heat leaves, up wakes the owl of the wood. Bat’s screech, and strays howl. The farmer is now asleep. Resting for the morrow. The time for magic is now. Pixies and sprites come out! Enjoy the cover of the night. But be weary of the Lycanthropes, for they are the true evil of the night. But still, they are few. Eat drink and be merry. For the night is getting old. Soon the wretched sun will be out. Disguise your selves as fire flies. So onlookers will think you normal. The moon is low, leaving as in the dark. Fly, run and hide! For the sun is coming, we must sleep  till our time is again. Behold! A new day.