As the day dies, the last darkness tries to cling on to the trees and houses, tightening its grip in a fight it cannot win.

As the sun casts its first rays of darkness and the long out-dawn shadows stick to the ground and devour all that venture in.

As the once bright and clean world is stained by all the shadows that will haunt the day until the sun sets and rests for the night.

As the beautiful bright night with no shadows to stain its perfection or the things that go unseen, the infinite blinding darkness.

As the bright night promises safety and comfort for only one small thing in return, it only asks for absolute silence.

As the darkness of the day fades with its sounds, smells and noises, and the rebirth in the dead of night speak of peace and calm.

As the frightening and deadly day once again re-appears to claim more suffering and death, to all that venture to far.

As the night becomes as a heaven, a sanctuary for all the victims of the daylights darkness, lies, death, and terrible deceit.


And they say that the night is dangerous...






-Daniel Hammerin