It is the hour of sudden illumination
That pierces the darkness like a flaming sword.
The night lays itself down unhurriedly
To its own sweet slumber.
Far, far away from the light of day.
It is the moment of pre-awakening,
When the world holds its breath
As life begins to stir once again
The darkness descends to its gloom,
The light ascends a celestial staircase,
Dressed in ermine, a regal sight,
Banishing the gloom,
From the depths of night,
A sudden death that died of fright
Overcome as it was by a blazing light.