The Dead Of The Night

The sinister darkness of the night,

Gives many people a tremendous fright.

But I know better than to be scared,

Dark or bright I have never cared.

I find solace in the dim light of the moon,

For I'm sure it will be morning soon.

The nightingale sings and the owls, hoot,

And the darkness binds every route.

The gale rushes through the boughs,

The elements of the night aren't foes.

The silent cries of the night,

between the hunter and the prey, the fight...

The owl hunts and the wolf howls,

The sounds of nocturnal growls.

This stitches together the eerie night,

But without darkness there is no light.