A Chance for Flight

A light
Of no new bright.
There is no fright.

End of the night
Darkness pouring in the tight
Spaces of no right.

There is no sleight
Remorse with a bite
They all recite
We have a chance for flight.

Not even the knights
May have egg white
But have oak blight
And so they are not polite.

But there is a light
Of no new bright
So may there be no fright.