Night is the time
That crawls in like slime
It is full of activities
That we celebrate with festivities.
Night it is that habours
All evils in the mind of all that labours
Killings and kidnaps that are watertight
Are done secretly by men in the night.
Meetings and Machinations of any intent
Are done in the night to the heart's content.
Thence, I call on the sleepy friend
Stay awake for a part of the night
Even if the most bleary fiend
Disturbeth thee. And say a prayer not loose but tight!!!
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