Seize the night, my dear friend:
We do not know when all will end.
Capture the darkness of your own
And turn the black into a throne.
Take all the rage from the day
To an abyss, where it shall stay.
The solitude of this murky ink
Provides a haven in which to think.
Hide in here, this sunless world,
Remain steadfast with flags unfurled.
Be all consumed by the dark.
Take this time to make your mark.
Be not concerned with the light;
Give time to only what hides in sight.
The nocturnal strength that you receive
Will eradicate all reasons to grieve.
Do not fear the approaching dusk
Though it emerges from daylight's husk.
Do all you can to fight the dawn
To keep the dead from passing on.
Copyright © Danny Stinson