Days of sleeping…

Days of sleeping…

The night comes and all the lights go out as children and parents fall tiredly upon their beds, drifting asleep to nightmares, peaceful dreams and even emptiness.

The night brings dark things and evil doings because it is the only way it gets attention, the morning talk of the previous night never can be heard by the moon, the night’s solely messenger. The night brings forth fear, exotic and erotic dreams as the night life overwhelms the youth with parties, alcohol, sex and drugs. The night grins as his doings becomes part of the silent streets and sleeping souls that live in peace. Fear and slavery towards addicting feats let the stars look down at earth, wondering what happened to the world of darkness, as the moon and night dance with laughter and solitude. They are noticed. The night is known and feared by all.

The night is a sad poem, stories what was once told is replaced with television and laptops. The world’s movement towards electrical devices devour nature and also the night. The stars seen as pieces and never looked upon brings sadness and depression towards the human mind. If you look upon the stars you feel the tinge of loneliness as the stars suck out the happiness because you cared to look. The night looks at the earth with eyes filled with hunger, the glimmer of good memories have been fed to the night, moon and stars, wishing for a stronger emotion than a fleeting memory. The night wish for happiness too, the stars wish for the past and the moon wish he have something else to tell the foreboding night.

The historical ages of balls and princes meeting princesses late at night and romances that transform out of beautiful tales fall into this century towards rape, murder and sex but no love. The night, moon and stars struggles to understand the sick world, the world has turned into but they keep silent. The night and moon laugh and giggle at the sickness, but they actually laugh with disgust, they feel ashamed that it was their doing, that they made the world an illness. The stars live in the past and struggles to keep up with the disgusting mind of man, their lights fade daily as their happiness shorten and the receiving of happiness last only a few moments. They live all in a past decade where everything was a bit cleaner and more righteous.  

As the days of night becomes longer they fall into a deeper world of fallen angels and death arose people’s thoughts, until the children lost the grip of the day and fall into the night. That was the day the night, moon and stars saw salvation. A spark in the darkness, a bright smile, clean thoughts, a child, born at midnight, in the seventh month, with dark violet hair while the moon shone like sapphire, named Bathsheba- called Bathia as her name foretold the seventh daughter of the seventh oath. The oath gave the night, moon and stars hope, the child born gave them hope.

The night, moon and stars worked their magic for the child called Bathia, giving her beautiful dreams, telling her their story and herself as their warrior, they showed her all the good things, they protected her, they looked out for her, they watched after her every night for the following 13 years when Bathia suddenly turned towards the night.

She spoke to the night, the moon and the stars. Called them out of their horizons and asked them questions rather left out unasked, she kept asking them for three months until the stars gave her a dream. A dream of her task, the history and the future. Instead of being helpful she felt betrayed and fell into a world that has nothing to do with the night, the dreams didn’t stop however for Bathia, but it was up to her to do the rest. What will her salvation be? The night once thought and unexpectedly they had the answer.

Two years of the stars sending dreams to the child to come back to night, Bathia killed her happy thoughts, her hopes and dreams for the night, moon and stars. She with her clean, happy thoughts killed herself for the moon, the night and the stars.

The night turned into a place for something beautiful, the stars was appreciated once again and the moon had something else to tell the night. The night gave affection for every child born, especially those born at midnight, the night, moon and stars understood the sacrifice, so they won’t let her down, the child named Bathsheba but called Bathia. Her soul gave days of sleeping to children, like she once was.