#WritcoPoemPrompt37

Deep in the night,
I toss to the right,
the light has fallen to darkness,
my drift to the otherworld has lifted.

Deep in the night,
the Grace has led to flight,
two worlds clash in battle,
two words itch for my rattle.

Deep in the night,
the runes fight away the blight,
the struggle of tug of war,
has begat the race to mar.

Deep in the night,
the shrills eat away at my sight,
and churn to the smiles of the Grove,
till the scent has all disappeared in alcove.

Deep in the night,
the merry men come to play dream light,
and wish the dark forces a good rest,
but beyond them they lurk to test.

Deep in the night,
I awake to equal's mite,
backing the force that tumbles and falls,
and singeing them till there's no one that calls.

I want to thank God for giving me the Grace to write this. So, how was the poem?