When you think of night, you think of peace.

Of stars in the sky, and a cold winter breeze.

A place to wish softly, “Goodnight, and sweet dreams”

Yes, that’s what you think of the night.

When I think of night, I think of death.

A stone cold Adieu through a last living breath.

As for the details, I won’t go in depth—

Yet that’s what I think of the night.

[sorry mate, the prompt was to make it sinister and dark I think lol idk]