Nightfall settles on the earth, clinging to the sky as if falling off the edge.

A tight grip baring all the way down to the soil, inflicts temporary abyss.

What saves us from the total darkness, the luminescent glow of a false light source.

Darkness, the absence of light, hovers over the city like a cloud about to cry.

A large white sphere, often seen as a sliver, is it’s eye staring back at you.

There is no panic, there is no chaos following the short abyss.

Relaxation, romance, and silence is his shadow which many fall through.

There is always silence, the eternal silence only broken by not him, but us.

Constant noise drives him away, persistent exposure to light frightens him.

Through all of his patience, all of his valor and virtue, he remains quiet.

Comforting the hearts of the loved ones with his cold fingertips brushing to your face.

Frightful in appearance, he is nothing to be feared.

The dark, the cold, the silence are all of his ways of showing his appearance.

Surrounding you, yet nothing is there.

Leaving just as fast as he is greeted by the earth, only to come back again.

Briskly his scent fills the air with the gentle breeze blowing against your form.

He is a guest, you will always know when he comes and goes and never stays for long.

He is known as night time, the time to sleep, the time to come close.

There has never been a more comforting abyss than Night.

A friend that is here to stay and is always watching over.

~SorrowfulFire