The predawn moon
Slightly wavered
Before my early treads

The rays poured
With stern resolve
As they do with fervor
In the coils of night

Assured by their vigor
I pressed on, intrepid
Faithful to the glimmer
That waned, inch by inch

Yet darkness crumbled
In the proud hoisted dawn
The swarm of clarity
I grow to adore

On to my affairs
To the labors strewn afar
I pressed on with reverence
Buried deep within my conscience