Night settles slowly. Darkness hides the
ambient light of day. blackness shrouds the mind
the night ahead a void of hopelessness
Always death knocks silently between 3 and 4 a-m
Why the reaper works in darkness is beyond our ken,
but the reaper arrives, and whispers deaths inanities
into our minds, saying time to go, life is at an end
This: is the dying hour, asleep or awake we quietly
do his bidding. life has ended, the sand
of time streamed out of our lives, We go
quietly through deaths door, no protest will suffice.
Stepping into an unknown life, what we will discover
is,if the myths of infinity are to believed, will we
live forever, but still the dying hour between
3 and 4 is an unwelcome metaphor,
