Dark Hours...

Dusky night 

Deep and dark

Is getting longer 

Dimming the spark. 

The World inside 

Enrapt and wide awake 

With spirit high 

Is keeping alive the inner flame. 

The sound of crickets chirping,

Creaking and squeaking of wooden trees

Filling the void of the night

Putting nature at ease.

Humans are now sealed behind masks 

Confined in the cage of fear and dread

Those who once lived on the edge 

Are now praying the night for another stretch.