The Darkest Day

The Darkest day,
Has come,
The candle light,
Can barely fight, 
The night. 

So we gather up our light,
To fight the darkest day,
To fight the darkest night,
And dream of the brightest day. 

Twilight Calls

The shadows call,
And the nightmares weave,
A different sort of world.

The world of day,
And the world of night,
Both the world just the same.

And yet if you have never,
Seen the night,
You do not know the world.

So the shadows call,
For their dues,
Do not run away,
For the darkness too,
Is a part of life,
It is all life just the same.