The Night Comes Down Poem by Paul Reed

"The night comes down
And I get afraid
Of losing my way"

-Brian May, Queen 1970.

The grey sky, a soulless tomb
Creeping over black ridge lines
Ever darkening into deeper gloom
In the valleys, up steep inclines;

And lost from this world is you,
Lost in the deadening night,
Hidden somewhere away from view
Buried away from sight;

And all the words and prayers uttered
Against life's solemn descent
That once hopes and hearts fluttered
Now only serve to wound and dent;

The night has taken them all away
Swept up in it's shadowy cloak
Leaving our numbed minds of clay
To chill in it's ghostly smoke.