Onset of The Night In this onset the night is silent There are no echoes in this quiet room And here the night has no shining moon Yet comfort it has been yearning for But not one companion has came to its fading doors In this emptiness the darkness stalks the day And reminisces about all the things that it has gave away The resounding breeze, the glows of lamp lights Soon not a memory will cover night An alarming fate that is swept away The black hour that has stolen day Not a friend, the gloom has found Only the hollowness of the cracking ground Oh, the blankness has wept for centuries long Its hope is singing its very last song It cries out for the company of the crickets chirps And the essence of feeling worth In this fray the night is silent And the black hour has stolen day Yet comfort it has been yearning for There are no bidders for its comfort No tears that which an echo will resound Only the hollowness of the cracking ground -Jesse Booker