Sunrise.

The colours in the skies fade to a darker shade,
a transition so blunt compared to
night's usual sharp blade.

Some hours pass and Darkness reigns -
clouds cease to move like starlit stains
and everything is dark and dull -
no moonlight now remains.
And the night time creatures prowl and skulk
where their prey lay, and Darkness reigns.

Alone, the street seems alien to me -
streetlights flicker and catch shop window reflections
but the lights fade too, slowly -
no streelight now remains.
And all the while I walk and muse
as prey I stand, where Darkness reigns.

The passage of time bears no surprise -
before too long appears sunrise
and everything is lit again -
marking night's demise.
In winding roads and alleys, Darkness remains
for once again, at this night's fall, Darkness reigns.