Dawn, and Fresh Starts

Like the glow of lit firewood
Light in the night brightly stood
Shining, sharing and silencing shadows
A giant figure, one who overshadows
With hands that seeks to strangle the dark
Bliss born out of a miserable pain spark
Once a larva always a butterfly
Chiefs, made and bred in the sky
Four the best wear burnout of fire
Not the singing of the finest choir.

A naked well-dressed man
Free, happy from the sit-i-do clan
Best known for building castles in the air
Oh! He prays that life would be fair.

Victor Oyedele