Night

night falls wounded by the days' plight night consumes all the hopeful fractured splinters of light night recedes into its desolate lair night extinguishes the roaring furnace of despair night hides from a bubbling desire reaching out to feel night flees leaving the jilted to bow down and kneel night soars breaking the chains of isolation night rots in the cellars of time's vacuum of desolation night devours the travails of the day that has past night mends the wounds that once were doomed to last night returns faithfully as the day must retire night settles the doomed voices that mutter and conspire night consoles the weary mind and the restless heart so torn night placates knowing that night itself is darkest just before a new dawn so night freezes all snapshots of the passing day as night embraces the new while the old simply fades away