Be not of the dark afeared,
nor tremble 'neath its weighty mass,
for here is time to breathe and think
and trace a path 'cross life's morass.

Enwreathed by nightfall's silence,
and by darkness' restful cloak,
these are the hours in which to live,
unharnessed by the yoke.

Before imbibing slumber's draught,
behold the vast and ebon sky,
for therein lies humility,
eternal gift for all to find.