The Night


The night is a terrible vat of opaque jello,

That descends from the sky at eve,

That forms upon all grass and trees,

That covers all wild and tame alike,

The night is so strange,

Who drove away the sun,

And called forth the none,

The strange cursed black,

Coming down at dusk,

My toy is still outside,

I remember this now,

It’s too late to go get it now,

I get a strange feeling,

That I’ll never see it again,

But I know the real reason why,

The roving pack outside.