A Sonnet

The day is done and all the world asleep
When darkness ventures out to rule the night,
He watches over all who mourn and weep,
He hides their tears and keeps them out of sight.
Blackness serves as the home in which he keeps,
Shadows are the doorways to where he lurks,
Over all the earth he crawls and he creeps,
Bringing respite to man and honest works.
Yet even though he reigns he is not free;
His time is nearing and he cannot rest,
His rule is short and at dawn he must flee
Away from light and into the far West.
The sun dispels the night and brings the day
And chases gloom and darkness far away.