User blog comment:Trellar/Wikia Poetry Contest/@comment-5857520-20130321201211

I am the Night:

As the light of day slowly fades

I come forth with whispering shades,

Blue, then Purple then Black

I become King from no attack.

My time though is very short

but I am the recovering sort,

I see daylight has to wake,

As dawn first begins to break.

I shall return in the mysty hour,

Without sorrow and in full power.

Then all things will again be right,

I am King, I am the Night.