Light Is Always Right

by Ifeolu

Lend me your light
Let me frighten your plight
Says the Master of moonlights
Biting twilights for striking thirty nights

Your light ties up your Swine
Showing me you're as fine as a pile of pine-wines
Yet as uptight as sine and cosine

Lightenings fight for rights
Torchlights slide your eyes to brighter heights
Streetlights crawl tight
Synced by mighty flight signs

Let old nations worship light in new wits
To behold the beauty of beetles in few wheats
To gaze at the maizes that float on mazes
As we shuttle the creased tools that light erases
We cuddle the crystals that light embraces