Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #93 The night is alive, the night is alive,
A dire alarm seizes the senses five,
The soul shudders in awed surprise
For something in the night now stirs. The night is alive, the night is alive,
All turns blue-black to waking eye
In a formidable tangle of tresses
Older than time and unborn the stars. The night is alive, the night is alive,
To wills that strive, an answer doth arrive,
A flame-tongue red laps the universe,
All is bathed in a glory brutal and fierce.