The Kiss Which Cometh By Night

So of this kiss, which cometh by night,

Built not of loves tender passion,

But of tribulations dreadful plight.

For of this kiss, even the strong do tremble

As wispping shadows of darkness covertly assemble.

Sudden fear grips quickly the heart.

 As fast memories collate and then swiftly part.

The mind dulls as the senses abandon,

 Giving unto a cold abyss as it softly encroaches.

Then darkness becomes thy eternal companion.

Nothing but silence now…nothing but the dark

Nothing left but a perpetual night

With all hope lost in the closing light.

So, stand fast and steel thy heart

For the days of night, be not far.

Be strong and tremble not in fear

For the kiss which cometh by night

Hath drawn ever so near.

J. Allen Wilson © 2005