Treasure Island

Raven Nevermore


When The Night Comes


When the night comes
The shadows call your name
When the night comes
Nothing will be the same

When the night comes
No safety shall be found
When the night comes
There shall be no solid ground

When the night comes
The innocent shall sleep
When the night comes
A secret it shall keep

When the night comes
A promise shall be made
When the night comes
All trust will be betrayed

When the night comes
The shadows will be freed
When the night comes
You’ll pay for your misdeeds

Submitted: Saturday, June 26, 2010

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  • Goran Gustafsson (6/26/2010 4:26:00 PM)

    The simple repetition 'when the night comes' makes the poem very effective. The poem's atmosphere is kind of apokalyptic. (Report) Reply

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