The Death of Night

The darkness yawns and aches to swallow whole
the man who peers inside the deathly maw,
the umbral void moves closer in towards its fleshy goal;
wreathed in shadow it longs to reap its harvest raw

Undone! Sudden thrust upward pointed sting!
Deep into monsters husk the shard does bite,
into the bosom of an immortal ancient thing -
darkness shall fall to powerful burning light.

After battle, the warrior withdrawn,
shakes from exertions of heroic plight
And like a cloak he, the monsters corpse, adorn;
the beast but slumbers, the cavernous unending Night.