A somehow ‘heartened’ expression for the magic of tonight

FOOLING THE NIGHT

Let us divide all the daytimes into nights,
Let us surround by the revenge of the fights.
Let us water all the filthy, dried lands,
With the blood truly belonging to us.
Let us murder what is happen,
Let us confess what is fault?
Let us forget all the halt.
Fooling the night as if the rain never ends,
As if human’s persuaded to be good.
As if nothing is intented to be bad,
And all the day’s prospering with hope.
Did night believe? I’m supposing no, Nope.

By Leon Agastrophe