A poem completed on 25 August 2004

The Night, the grave's dark shadow, Day's grim end,
Before mine eyes as Death's reminder stands.
At Twilight's passing, blindly grope mine hands;
For Day's deceitful comforts did descend.
At night reflection dimly fades from view.
On earth, each stone, each pebble, ev'ry rock,
Becomes for strolling feet a stumbling block.
The roaming man in shadow seeks rescue.
With Night seduction cries to mope.
Temptation bids mine heart, "Despair, despair";
The veil of darkness hides the world's repair,
And falling passion blackens Life's small hope;
  But nightfall teaches thoughtful hearts to pray,
  To contemplate, to trust in Judgement Day.

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