Silent Is The Night

With its all consuming power the night is so revered,
With it ever present danger the night is also feared,
And when the dark curtain falls, a shadow on the light
There is a touch of gladness, to be found amongst the fright
For behind that mask of darkness it is not hard to hide
From the sins that bind us, deeply as our pride
And those who boast of virtue while in the light of day
May like sin turn spiteful, when stars come out to play
For there is not a whiteness, to which the nighttime leaves
To see the secret of the men, that darkness turns to thieves
And within night’s hollow cave, where echoes do not sound
Anguished cries are silent as corpses in the ground
Darkness is the honored guest, the malevolent invite
And I can say no more than this “silent, so silent, is the night”