Comes the Night

The stealthy black night always comes
With starry, gaping fingers
Clutching at the outer edge of curtains
The flat, grey shadows
Seeping along the window panes
Creeping between the blinds
The darkness implores an entrance
Into the warm amber evening
Guileless, smiling away
We toast the midnight hour
With clinking glasses
Amidst a tittering timidity
As slowly, slowly
The blackness musters strength,
Speed and ferocity
And summoning all at once
A frenzied, reckless appearance-
Wrecking the gaiety
Chasing away the atmosphere.