When night falls like a dark rain, covering all with inky splotches of wet
All sound is muffled beneath the stone of gray
When night falls like a shade of velvet drifting over a window framing the moon
all light is smothered and its memory quickly fades into the gloom
When night falls like a hammer wielded in a frenzy of righteousness
the world is stunned into silence awaiting the dawn to prove its fears unfounded.
When night falls like a warrior succumbing to a mortal wounding
the dreamer lies beneath the burden of his life where there is no interruption in the cycle; only
the cries in the vague outlines of shadows, calling to the sun.