Darker Than The Medieval Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

First meeting with the twelve,
Who do visit in cycle like monday and friends,
The moons that say welcome to the planet earth,
Ere the last left for the first to reappear,
A tender breath on the arms of care,
Life was real as the hostile face of night,
Yet as a tale told in the ray of moon light,
Like a blank memories of nine months sojourn,
In the warm womb of a worthy woman,
Can't tell the memory of the colic,
Neither the taste of the colostrum,
Nor the first sight that told my eyes welcom',
It seems I was dormant on the pulse,
Till life began to school my skull,
The duo inside began to guide my thoughts,
And I realized without cultivatin' the soil within
One would somehow dwell still,
In this age darker than the medieval.