Dawn Poem by Thomas Ware

Night is night.
It is hard to be afraid of the lack of light,
For when it comes, dusk steals the fright.
In the pitch black,
You must but are unable to hold the demons back.
In the day,
We say we will resist but never with our choices stay.
But at dawn, there are no promises.
You've gotten used to the dark:
Adjusted to the fear;
But when the rooster crows, HARK;
There is no safety here.
Silence descends...
The rat and bear are both asleep...
Ghosts take their place,
Shivering wraiths, their secrets keep,
Or their mystery will drag you down,
Down into the deep,
And in the quiet drown.
Anyone who's seen the glow,
The gray gasp of the nights last breath,
Can never ever claim to know,
The secrets of the day and night's death.