Midnight Laugh

A dose of caffiene, keeps the midnight lamp; awake. The keen sense of venture, gives way to the frailties of night. The shortest winds; brings up scary figures. The night lived for the silence; not for the crow, which mourns the day. The sparrows contend. The eagles pretend. And the darkness slows time. Someone laughs. A smirk i heard. A tiny drop, failed by the clouds, bombards into my resting. The silent repose is shaken; and the repitation helps. In the darkness, everything does survive.