Night through dawn…

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The dark was drenched with rain 
babysitting the mind
Stretched to the adulthood of night 
like a clone walking side by side
Fully grown up in physical description 
bearing his dazzling intellect

The night was quiet 
yet burning was undisclosed
Deep in  consciousness 
adventure was a-brewing  
Flying everywhere 
seeing what's under the wings

Flickering lights below
Gaped with distant eyes 
Waves of scenes brought to the shore
On the sands of timeless future
The past has been written in history
And pages had been read  

Man had been scorned as slaves
Death was the punishment for the braves
Leaders were looked up as gods and goddesses
Their people pushed as pawns 
To win or lose safeguarding their name
Satisfy their egos and silly pride  

The late night has come to dawn
to deliver a new beginning
and listen to a new noise
To witness a fresh milestone 
to become another history
written as a youthful novel of the recent times...