Dawning of the North

The clouds shifted seamlessly

Making way for the sun

A beautiful procession

As it prepared

To make the skies its possession

An evil plot

To capture the north

To engulf it in darkness

Through greyish clouds

And stop the north

Stop it from waking

Stop it from rising

Hatched by ‘mercurial’ minds

That can only be scoffed at

Threats of a shadow

Conspiracy of fools

For the sun will rise

And there will be a dawn

For the north