Past the time

Past the time when the sun has sunk in the horizon
Past the time when the last of the dying light fades
Past the time when birds stopped their songs of praise to the light

Past the time when man basked in the light
Past the time when they retreat to their upright holes
Past the time when they seek the solace of candles and fires
Past the time when they seek their beds to find comfort

Now the darkness stretches forth its hand
Now the dying light shrivels before the terrible night
Now the bats and nocturnal beasts roam the land
Now man dreams of the day and abhors the coming of night
Now man cringes in his bed praying for the quick passage of darkness
Now man seeks his bed sheet to cover him from the night and the cold
Now they seek the futile safety

Know that time will come
When the sun will shine last
When the last rays of the sun will be a vivid memory
When the birds will cower in their nests chirping in agony
When man will remember the last fateful day when he basked in the light
That despite seeking solace in their homes and fanning the dying flames
Know that the darkness will come
That night will never end
Know the nightmares that thrive in the darkness
Will be set loose upon this world to feast upon the warm flesh and fear of night
Know that solace and safety are fleeting moments and fading memory
Before the terrible might of night

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.