The Mantle Night Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

As
of
The
Mantle
Night
of
dawn
of
the
sun rays
as of the mantle
leaden-clad days
tomorrow's Monday.

the night of Sunday
had been
beautiful

After all
was it not farewell
to a week that comes
not?

Recall not
but look straight!

Behold! the future beckons
they say

And so it be
Prepare:
be prepared;
goalkeeper of the team
that has to keep
out
the onslaught of the new
week.

For every week a new onslaught
be.

Prepare to shed your blood.

And to keep Fear out
just close your eyes.