A Collection of Original Poetry by Students of Ladysmith High School

Saturday, 25 April 2015

The Beauty of Night - Nsiki Gwala

Night is the most mystical thing,
That bears murderers and helpless victims,
Like monstrous waves from the deep blue.
Oh how beautiful was the night's kindred
which shone and illuminated the heavens!
Though Autumn is a plague that defiles nature's beauty,
Only the night's beauty is immune to such a woeful death.
Night brings isolation and despair
That crushes fragile hearts.
It is the unknown that unhinges innocent minds-
Not a melody nor whisper can break through its ciphered silence.
But as the sun rises from the lonely hills,
Its striking presence mocks the night's mystical beauty,
As its rays tear through the night's mortal figure.
I see fallen leaves and desolated, cerulean skies-
An affirmation of Bergville's death by Autumn's plague-
And I wish for the return of the mystical night:
A blanket to conceal this grotesque death.

© Nsiki Gwala


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