Hard <br />Hard on the night walls <br />We struck and knocked <br />We knocked <br />Then <br />Seeing that the tower opened not <br />We shouted wildly <br />‘Ho! Open! Open! ’ <br />But silence was and silence still <br />Remained. <br />That increased our desperation. <br />The more we knocked and shouted <br />The more silence <br />Stood. <br />Our misery grew cyclical. <br />And the night cheekily <br />Withdrew its dark cape first to a <br />Grey <br />And then to the white splendors of the Dawn <br />And we stopped knocking <br />And we stopped shouting.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hard-on-the-night-walls/
