The Night

Written by: Jarryon Paul

The night is a hand cold as stone
Wrapped around my sun - warmed body
It can make one feel so alone
And laughs at those who love the day

The night is a shady man dressed in all black
Who surrounds me as if he were many
He’ll greatly make one’s courage lack 
And terrify those who love the day 

The night is as quiet as a mouse
But yet is always seen 
He’ll silently creep into your house
And capture those who love the day 

The night is poised for a throw 
His weapon used is fear
Our inner light shall make us grow 
And protect those who love the day.