Night was falling, darkness calling, Horrid whispers slip out, appalling. Disembodied, relentless speaking. Barely audible, but never ceasing. This wasn't the night I knew before. Moonlight waning, clouds persuading The light into cessation, then abating. Violent winds, rain and storm unending, An ill omen were the heavens sending. This isn't the night I knew before. Storm breaking, clouds dissipating, Moonlight returning and yet fading. Voices dying, whispers flying, The sun in the East newly rising. That wasn't the night I knew before. [spoiler]It's late, can't sleep, mind busy. Felt like writing and this was the result.[/spoiler]