Insomnia

As the night comes creeping in,
the days grow shorter still.
The cold seeps beneath the skin,
and brings about a chill.

The dead awake and wander around,
unknown to us all.
It brings about a silent sound,
heed the unheard call.

Night turns into morning soon,
the sleepers settle in.
Awake Awake blow out the moon,
let the day begin.