A poem…Into that Blessed Night…I woke up early once in the twilight of a morning…My expectations were unfulfilled…As they often seem to be…So I decided to ruminate on the past.

I once knew the image of a lover…She had dark lustrous hair…The blackest eyes…She went away into that blessed night.

She was comprised…Of hard muscles and powerful physical attributes…A wonder of the world…Who knew acclaim and prestige.

She left the world…A far worse place…Had I played my cards right…She could have been mine for a moment.

A burnt out ember…That faded away…Far too quickly…Into that blessed night.

I tried to sleep once more…With little success…My senses recoiled in trepidation…As I fear to tread into that blessed night.