Don'T Let The Night Come In! Poem by Ianaldo Prescott Pourchot

Shut the windows—LOCK THE DOOR!
We must never let the night come in, for…
Like a demon she tenderly crawls
And swiftly clings to the dazzling walls

But the sixth hour after noon always lasts
So the darkness of night must always pass
The glorious light of day suddenly lacks
And no longer wants to invade the cracks

I can’t stop her—so I’ll sit here and cry,
Waiting for her wrath to abandon the sky
The teardrops begin to pop on my skin
For I can’t avert the night from coming in