The Midnight Window

A man sits at his window, at night      
Quill in hand, paper in sight        
He writes a poem by candlelight      
Wondering why the world is dark, despite      
       
The moon and stars that should provide
Some glimmer of hope, some light inside  
But all he sees is endless night        
Leaving him with just his thoughts to guide      
       
He wonders if the darkness is within        
A reflection of the state he's in        
Or if it's something larger,    
Something bigger        
A force that he can't comprehend or figure      
       
He writes and writes, the words pour out
As if his pen can somehow rout        
The shadows that have overtaken        
His world, leaving it forsaken