The dark wings of night

Strange as time itself

Fills hearts with fright

A sudden unprovoked shiver

Shaking like a bow's quiver

Praying for light to come

If only the morning's sun

Would grant a ray of light

And ease the people's fright

But no,not yet. The dark must get its due

The clock is tolling now, as if giving a clue

To the inhabitants of this dark hour

Soon the torment ends, the night will sour

Yellow flames burn through the giant black wing

It flaps desperately and dissolves away

Birds rustle in trees and begin to sing

The night is gone, revealed is day

Shining rays beam from the cheery sun

Dawn is here, and dawn has won