The isolated comfort of night

Dark is the night I am alone, left to gaze upon stars in sombre silence a feeling of melancholy approaches, seeping from the stars, accompanying me. Dark is the night I walk along, I walk sided only by lampshade and moonlight, shadows in contrast, providing shelter in which I find an undying comfort. Dark is the night I think, I think of vast universes, fiery and passionate, of regretful days, days clouded in night, a night that now befriends me