The Nightfall

Besieged by the ravaging shadows
The crouching dense fog
is ready to pounce
upon the retreating sun
and engulf it in a woeful darkness.

And as the dying day
lay helpless upon the ground
Ready to be torn to shreds
Dark forces—
Dreary and dreadful,
Close in
Only a soulful sigh escapes
Bleating like a sacrificial lamb;

Crying to the heavens like Jesus on the cross,
“My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?”