It begins With the dying fire Florid skies with orange ties Grow weak, the colours tire Giving way to darkness mire Claws of cold Creep then climb, freeze time The wind sighs, birds stop cosy cries Day's dissolved, life's mulled - 'placed with grime Soon comes darkness, in its prime Blackness sits House and soul it seeps Gnawing at flame - muscles grow lame Cold and deathly quiet run, sweep Sleep will soon come - slow, so deep All is gloom Dark towers, nothing to fight Eyelids fall and crickets call The sky is black, its eyes bright Tis now true - it's dark and night