The midnight fiesta - Loved making this rhyme! by Mihiri Tantirimudalige

(6 ratings)
Rate this Poem (5 best)


The carnival of delight on this mysterious night,
There with my friends I shall go,
There we shall fight the pre-eminence of the light,
Until the sun spreads its rays no more
Shed not a tear as we become fear,
The sacred field is our domain,
The dawn won’t be near as the sky turns unclear,
‘tis come, the hour of the profane
The seaside breeze wraps around our knees,
The fragrance of the saltiness plays on,
The stars we freeze as we move with ease,
Every source of light will soon be gone