In the Din of the Night

in the din of the night in the fast fading light men will sleep the sleep of the dead with a graveled grave as their bed sightless eyes sewn tight in the din of the night and no one will grieve even those who believe in the soul's final fall which takes one and all no matter the strength of the fight in the din of the night let no man assume, in the gray empty gloom, pale angels will sing joyous tidings they bring to the absence of sight in the din of the night as the dust of the earth blows wild in the wind the silence of death in darkness has grinned while the sun's golden rays have numbered the days of men who lie contrite in the din of the night philosophers fiddle and shout what piety will bring about but the dead cannot hear the philosopher's fear his words but a withering blight in the din of the night in the din of the night in the fast fading light in tattered torn shrouds below the sparse crowds man searches for light in the din of the night