My night is soon to end, oh a little longer,
Alas so smooth but can never contend my dear,
Who can darkness lift if not to obey the sun?
No light can bring me wry for I am solely there,
This light that scorches me so but only breathes,
Alas so beautiful is the curtain I shroud around,
Colours that once were had only darkened esteem,
What colours if I am only the night to become?
This night that all things in light can never be,
Is not so long that shall I return and bestow again,
A moment for a while that you shall remain with me,
If only more could aspire to my darkening aura,
More do who would traverse the world for night,
My name begins with the night and ends in night.

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