As morning shows it’s face, the rising sun lightens up the sky,

A golden reflection shocks the clouds, a shimmering in your eye,

A wave of blues comes flooding in, as cotton comforts the air,

The afternoon brings a settling warmth, the sky holds a wonderous care,

Beyond the boundaries of sight, the burning blaze falls prey to the dark,

In comes the night, as shadows smother the day, a change of heart,

Blackness cloaks the land, a vibe of terror strikes the town,

A chill of wickedness sweeps through streets, disguised as a frightening sound,

The mood of another morning, swiftly relieves the fear of night,

Ablaze is the golden sun once more, washed away for an afternoon delight,

Inevitably, the shades of grey come crumbling from the sky’s,

As darkness takes the moment, there’s now a comfort in your eyes…

                                                                                 Fondness For The Dark…