Embrace of Night

 The Embrace of Night

When Day descends, and fades from mortal sight,
And shadows lengthen, like ravens in their flight,
Night's sable cloak, doth gently enfold the Earth,
A velvet shroud, of mystical rebirth.
The stars ignite, a diamond dust, so bright,
A jeweled crown, adorning velvet night.
The moon ascends, a silver shield so grand,
Bathes the world in her ethereal hand.

The whispering wind, a mournful, haunting tune,
Doth weave a spell, beneath the pallid moon.
The owl doth hoot, a melancholic sound,
As shadows creep, and secrets all around,
Doth whisper tales of mystery and dread,
Of ancient lore, of spirits long since fled.
The wolf doth wail, a lonely, mournful cry,
Beneath the watchful, ever-present sky.

Yet peace descends, a balm upon the soul,
As Night's embrace, doth make the spirit whole.
The weary heart, finds solace in the gloom,
Escapes the day, and finds a peaceful tomb.
For in the night, a magic doth reside,
Where dreams take flight, and fears are softly died.