The clouds overhead are dark and grim
The sky above now has grown dim
As evening shadows gently fall
The night moves in to cover all.
What happens when the world’s asleep
And images from corners creep
Across the room with purpose clear
To know a night without a fear ?
Attend the coming morn in shrouds
Lest dawn arrives bedecked in clouds
Let’s veil the fullness of our day
And chase all of our doubts away !