Enter The Poet - Into The Dark of Night

It’s the middle of the evening, and I awaken in a fright

The day has swiftly passed, and soon the dead of night

 

I have prepared for this, and should not be off-guard

The busyness of the day, seemed to have hit me hard

 

I now move with swiftness; this task I must not fail

I gather my apparel with haste; ready for the trail

 

The assembling will be harsh, if I am not ready for the fray

I have had more than enough time, to prepare for this day

 

I bind myself up, collect my wits; ready to stand hardy

I forgot to set the alarm, and I am very late for the party