Der Nacht
The night so cold, it has no end,
A meaning of which, we cannot comprehend,
The world of night, unknown and crippling,
Only to those who know of its trickery,
It gains from your fear; it gains from your screams,
Until you fall to your knees,
Scream! Scream in terror! For you have found the ticket,
Straight into the Nether,
Daunting and black, just like the night,
So mysterious and pale,
But to those who have done no wrong can take shelter,
In the night’s sacred grace, shown to those who would whether?
Show kindness and selflessness to those who are helpless, needy, and scared,
Can achieve the night’s protection from those who would please,
Themselves and themselves only, amongst the darkest and darkness of thieves,
Thieves of good, light, and happiness,
Who attempt the beckoning of night’s darkest plights?
But will only fail to find out,
The night cannot be controlled or whirled about,
The night and the night alone must only spread fear,
To those who would outsmart it or attempt steal,
Its dark and mysterious ways that the good would not do,
They would not steal from the night’s, nightly glow, nor undo
That protection that the night does offer, from the dark thieves of good and
renew,
The night is something we cannot understand, we can only choose to take its
shelter,
Or steal from its hand, avoiding the good that the dark can bring,
But if we choose to steal from the night’s dark ways,
Our world will crumble, into the end of days.
- Douglas Haynie