One,need not fear night.

Yet many do,scrambling away when darkness shrouds the land.

But night is benign,pious.

It is unperturbed by the flaws of Man,choosing to obscure their faults with its touch than render them under intense scrutiny,as Day would,It looks deep within the soul,and is satisfied if it finds the company of Light.If instead it discerns the black of Evil,it instigates Fear within the heart of its occupant;for it is hateful of the True Darkness.

Night is always serene,at peace.It is free from the relentless tumults of Life that Day ever bestows.It is ever silent,for it prefers to cogitate,than spew rueful words that bear no meaning.

To wander the streets alone but for the companionship of night is a joy to behold that few care to try.Buildings usually smeared with the unruly smear of neon signs are at rest,lulled to sleep by the gentle caress of the shadows.People,who hustle and bustle during the day,now appear more willing to shirk the draining pace of life and try to attain peace within themselves.

Night is no ally of Evil,of the True Darkness.Those who fear,who cower before Night is indeed afraid of the True Darkness,knowing of a Darkness within that they cannot escape from.

Let them run.And let the deserving rest within the bosom of Motherly Night.

"Mistaken"
When the sun hides
And Night engulfs Day
Don't run like mice
Night has no prey

Don't shy from her touch
She bears no Malice
Don't flinch from her nudge
She is no Beast

Learn that she too can love
Though her visage is black
Her heart is white as a dove
Evil only does she lack

Night is a maiden
Who stands sweet and tall
Before her Fear is ridden
Mother she is to all