Night Burns

When night burns starless like a tomb, shadow exults the dark and gloom. Our souls hone fears sharp as a blade, and every path holds certain doom. To dare a trek on nights thus made all rue in heart their fool's crusade. Through shadowed vestige, mute and still all dreams of past and future fade. Fainthearted now, we lack the will to slow our heart, to mount the hill, where specters sing their doleful tune, and dread alone makes one's blood chill. Dark, boundless night would have us swoon, so pray that safety comes, and soon. When souls feel trapped by shadows dire we cast our hopes upon the moon. The moon sustains as twilight's fire, it tarries until dusk expire. When sunlight ends the night's deep mire, we'll share new hope by dawn's bright pyre. ~~~Night Burns~~~