N is for Night

By

Jane Royce

 

The darkness falls

and the night sounds stall,

but the men of fire

never can retire.

It is in their hands

that we sleep so sound,

because danger lurks

and danger abounds.

At the sound of the tone

the men rush to atone,

for the sins of another

or the accident of some other.

To keep us alive

to help us survive,

the hand of fate

before it is too late.