You cometh at night
To steal my essence
You rob me of my beauty
Yet you disappear into the dark
You hunt me like a prey
The night fears you not

I hold my pillow
In fear
The dark is my enemy
Sleep has forsaken me
My ears are clear at night
Yet you devour
My essence

I hold a candle
Awaiting your coming
My cradle creeks
At your sight
My body plunges
At your mighty mercy
No one seeth your
Weapon of misery

Misery stood by me
'Till morning
The dark waketh
Me at your presence
I bow to your surrender
Oh daring thief
Shift make I sleep
King of the night

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson