Andrew M. Davis
Dearest defenseless darkness:
It seems your wound needs a stitch.
I warn you not to become restless,
For I'm almost to the switch.
Oh but you say it does not seem?
I tell you to make haste.
For you will see this beam
And my smiling face.
Why must you strive for victory?
Can you start seeing the end?
Your defeat will fall to history
At the moment of this mend.
There will be nothing left after
And yes you should fear:
For the night is nearly over
And the day is almost here.