Baskadia

Bloom of floral life halts at utter gloom

Lives sleep, nevertheless lives come alive
At the break of night, the day of the groom

From chirp to chirp, and we bid bye to blue
Fellows to abode, drones as well to hives
The white bride deserts the awful black groom

New light is born but scarce to fill a room
Old light hibernates in nature's archive
At the break of night, the day of the groom

Lunar;astral lights too faint to illume
And the groom is gifted a faulty bride
At the break of night, the day of the groom

For distorted sight, we tend to assume
What lies where and whatever to decide
The white bride deserts the awful black groom

While baleful lives wear sinister perfumes
Others in bed expect the good old light
Rejuvenation, perfection of sight
At the break of light, departure of gloom