Dawn Of Twenty-Fifth Poem by Indranil Bit

What is there in Today's night?
So beautiful and so bright!
The stars are all in a glimpsing twink;
All flies of fire to decor with.

The creeping chill from northern end;
Carries forth Dukes' messages send;
So cold a note, yet to spare;
Else to row and face the spear.

The three headed narrates the note.
Amass all logs, channel our fort.
Trophy the bust, rich up the road,
Form order to greet, clatter the sword.

A jangle is heard from lands far
Rattling gently through the woods;
Then came a glimpse of antler n fur
The mist gave way, uncloak His boots.

He is here! He is back!
All swords clatter! All mouths chuck!
What medals He wore! What fills His bosom!
What light He carries! What binder He vows!

A new sun will greet morrow's sky;
Command all omen to bid n fly;
Burn earthly bounds n free the tie;
Bath down thy sins n kill the lie.