The Dead of Night

When the pitch black consumes the skies,

How eerie and menacing the world lies.

It is as if evil resides,

At every corner perceived by the eyes.,

But no need to fret.

One can take a breath.

From within the engulfing silhouette,

The moon that shines can be met.

As you bathe from its light,

You will be filled with delight.

Stronger than ever and prepared to fight.

It will guide you through the rest of the night.

If that guiding light is hard to find.

Do not be afraid I remind.

The sun will soon shine with pride.

Once more you will not be left deprived.