Night rolls in, a great tide from the ever-shifting ocean,
Beneath its waves is nothing but senseless commotion.
It calms the joyous notes of day with such devotion,
And swallows all light in the blink of a speeding locomotion.
Dread fills each person as a reigning emotion,
As they await night's dark potion.
The horizon is filled with a colorful motion,
Which soon dulls into the present darkness of night's notion.
Daylight is dissolved into a dark demotion,
And people are left to use artificial light as a soothing lotion.