Darkness my old friend

When will you end

Morning will come soon

But first we howl to the moon

Dead of night mystery

Late night misery

Wondering in the dark

Wishing for night’s spark

Longing for sweet depth

Waiting for eventual death

Hearing night’s silent sounds

Head spins round and round

Wee hours slowly come

The clock’s click has won

New day is dawning

Waking and now yawning

Tessa🦋