When Candle's Dimmed
Late at night when candle's dimmed, it rears its mane and roars
A terror that's beheld in fright, a scourge forevermore
Its all-consuming grip turns strong men into cowards
And as the night shows bolder still, it grows and grows in power
When in its spell, the victim must assert himself right now
For should he linger there, he'll have to yield and bow
To Heaven's plan for him, to be deprived of Sleep
The consequences of which Fate -- are often very steep
Arrives the morn midst fresh dew's dawn, shaking off the night
A thousand cares dispelled at once, as dark gives way to light
What seems so dour but hours ago, now's blended with the past
Night terror's face is lifted; joy and peace are night at last
The thieves of sleep are many; bold the morn's ascent
As rooster clears his hearty throat, the Devil needs repent
May 27, 2019
Sonnet -- Iambic Pentameter
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