Night is my Metaphor

Beyond the horizon the sky grows dark

Like a sheet of darkness covering the world

With stars beginning to appear, leaving their mark

In several different patterns, as if they were swriled

The moon shines bright, radiant and proud

Showing itself off for miles on end

Over the infinite ocean with hardly a sound

Waiting only for its reflection to send

As clouds begin to seep, waves begin to roll

Thunder begins to clap while lightning starts to strike

The sea grows wild and raging, as if it were a tempered soul

The untamed water and terrifying sky were very much alike

Still, the moon and the stars shimmer through thick and thin

After time had passed, the storm begins to fade away

Unleashing spectacular beams of light as if there had never been

The kind of light that does not lead astray