Nyx, the Night

Can’t sleep again for some reason perhaps I’m drinking too much tea. Well, whatever the cause, it’s done. I’ll try again later…maybe! Meantime, I’ll work on this poem- A way to pass the time away until black-robed Nyx finds me home And cast her spell without delay. My mind grows weary, she has come Whose dark light falls from nighttime stars And Man and gods all must succumb. Her sightless eyes in one dark sweep induces half the world to sleep.