Ah, Night.
Though we never say it,
Most of us prefer day,
Some of us just don't like a world,
Without our sun,
But the bright moon,
Shining down,
Hiding the mysterious,
The unknown,
Things hidden to the naked eye,
Bad things tend to happen more often,
News reports go wild,
In a snap of a finger,
Something has happened,
All the because of night,
We couldn't bear to imagine,
What might happen,
If the world was always dark,
We'd never be safe,
We'd always look over our shoulders,
Fearing what lurks,
In the darkness of the night.
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Poetrypoems. [READ PLEASE] i wrote most of this in the sixth grade. just saying.
