Night descends in a gown of silence

as does my solitary confinement

for then I am alone and abandoned

fearful of phantoms to haunt my soul

Nothing is within my grasp

my sentence will endure until dawn

Now the night plays its games

it taunts, tempts and induces fear

No lock or chain hold me fast

only a thicket of the unkown

Perils lurk hidden but close

A time when others come into being

The past dances like a subdued tango

as the future sits on a distant horizon

The passage of time slows perceptibly

the clock ticks laboriously on

It is inescapable, dark and turgid

sleep is remote as the imagination foams

A foretaste of death to utter blindness

there is no consolation or solace

save an endless abyss of darkness

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