They Own The Sky

I wrote this when I was 13. I'm 25. It was locally published. Based on a summer night during which I had taken the screen out of my window and got attacked bat that got through the window.

When the sun is gone and day is done,

the fun has only just begun.

With the day retreats the light,

and soon the demons all take flight.

Past my window they beat their wings,

and oh what sorrowful songs they sing.

The sweet melodies fill my mind,

and soon their stories begin to unwind.

Tales unfold of the broken heart,

but before it does the dancing starts.

Round and round they circle the moon,

and soon they begin to enter my room.

In and out they fly at will,

with a great and unmatched skill.

And all through the night I lay and listen,

all the while the moonlight glistens.

But all things must come to an end,

and soon the light begins to bend.

Beautiful dark gives way to light,

and so ends this glorious night.

I stare and sigh at the rising sun,

as it banishes my fun.

And then a single bat flies by,

a singular demon in the sky.

He hums his tune loud and clear,

as if to tell me do not fear.

For when the sun is gone and day is done,

the fun will have only just begun.