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