To Darkness

[ragashree]

Oh, soft enshrouder of the sleeping night,
Enfolding in obliviousness, to blind
The mortals’ eyes and shield us from their sight,
Enshadowed till we strike them out of mind.
Oh, deepest dark! If thou art with me, close
Before me as I stalk my victim's eyes,
Or bless me with the fear thy shadow throws
Around the heads of holy enemies.
Enfold me! Or the cursed sun will shine
Upon my goings, searing me with pain;
Save me from curious mortals, who assume
My hooded features but my garments' role.
Conceal me safely in my silent tomb,
And guard the earthly stay of my dark soul.