The dark of the night

In the dying of the light

one could perhaps, embrace the night

But fear would lume and and freeze my soul 

And with it, cheer would slump to gloom.  

For the night does scare me truly 

Just as the Forrest fears the fire 

For in its roots it grows unruly 

Its touch alters beauty into ash.  

But yet the night is not so ugly 

Its manifestation fools the eyes 

You are to think its full of evils 

That breath only to cause your demise

But stare at its figure a little longer 

And study all its curves and bumps 

The night is devious in presentation 

Its irksome master pulling strings.  

Its ravenous gaze would steal your shadow 

From underneath the suns watchful eye

And freeze the world that breaths around you 

As flowers wilt, and blossom dies 

But it is a necessary wicked 

For without it we could not love the sun 

Its bitter tasting that's for certain 

But without we would come undone 

Misunderstood and detested 

Like winters snow the kills the fauna 

And green pastures turn to powder 

Until born again by natures force  

In its blackened heart, there is a glow 

The lighthouse that guide ships to safety 

The part that's good within the frightful 

To keep the mischief at bay

but short is its reign of terror,

as it will inevitably die,

it a golden flash of awe and glory,

it recoils for another day.