The Night

The night envelopes the sky,
The prelude to the end that's nigh.
The night envelopes the earth,
The soil dampening the fire in the hearth.

The night envelopes the stars,
The emptying of the life-containing jars.
The night envelopes the ground,
The unveiling of the show that shocks and astounds.

The night envelopes the moon,
The genius becoming a blundering buffoon.
The night envelops the countryside,
The gurangutan feat of turning the tide.

The night envelopes the heavens,
The destruction of a proud mighty emblem.
The night envelops the city,
The onslaught of an army without pity.

The night envelops the clouds,
The wrapping of all in evil shrouds.
The night envelops the building,
The obliteration of crown, farthing and shilling.

The night envelopes the people,
The indiscrimination of the brave and fearful.
The night envelopes life,
The oncoming of war and strife.

Only I am spared of all,
A sword in my hand, standing tall.
I am the devoted weapon of the night,
Beware, mortals, beware my might.