Night's meadow

Precious night is falling
swaying meadow grass to dance,
graying shades to heart persuade
stand tough and take a stance.
Find in dark your solace
let not shadows creep to slide,
for in the corners of the mind
the stealthy creatures hide.
Waiting for that moment's pass
when strength in self will falter,
and every whim of every limb
to fleeting courage alter.
Careful not to lose your edge
repulse the fear that's calling,
swaying meadow grass to dance
precious night is falling.