Nyx By Trishita Deysarkar Night, it comes And it goes, It is empty; It is full. Many love it; Many fear it. Its frightening beauty Brings people together You look up and, What do you see? You see darkness, And the end You see light, And the beginning It is chaos, Yet it's harmony. Poem Rating:Click To Rate This Poem! Continue Rating Poems Share This Poem Tweet Public Collections Containing This Poem Other Poems By This Author ExploringPoetTrishita Deysarkar NyxPoetTrishita Deysarkar View More