Comes The Night

The stealthy black night always comes With starry, gaping fingers Clutching at the outer edge of curtains The flat, grey shadows Seeping along the window panes Creeping between the blinds The darkness implores an entrance Into the warm amber evening Guileless, smiling away We toast the midnight hour With clinking glasses Amidst a tittering timidity As slowly, slowly The blackness musters strength, Speed and ferocity And summoning all at once A frenzied, reckless appearance- Wrecking the gaiety Chasing away the atmosphere.