I can never understand how
A person can associate the night,
With its peaceful presence,
The numerous stars,
The ever changing sky
And the lonesome moon with evil.

Maybe it is because the night holds us when we are most vulnerable,
And sees us for who we are.

It is only the Night which can see all our sins, and all our misgivings.
It is only in the Night, where the stoned face sheds a tear.
It is only in the Night, where the most paranoid shuts one eye. 
It is only the Night which shadows the wrongdoings of the human race.
It is only the Night which shadows a predator from its prey.
It is only the Night which can see our dreams and nightmares, a myriad of emotions Stemming from the plagues of the mind and the soul.

Maybe it is simply because, the Night always sees.

No, let us put this argument in perspective.

It is forced to see what the day does not.
It does not wish to cover the crimes of both man and not.
It cannot reach out to console those who find solace in it. 
The moon is merely the sun in disguise, 
Miserably looking upon what the man does behind its back.

– Maya Desdemona