I had one published about 20 or so years ago. It had "night" in it too, but it just doesn't have the...rhythm (?)... that Peg's has.
Here it is...
The Seventh Night
Evening's lights were never alone.
Unnoticed never were moonbeams gone.
Melodies of fantasia in hearts at play
desiring the morn to stay away.
November chills gripping the air.
On the seventh night coming to care.
Orion watching from black velvet above
over the lonely learning to love.
The darkness so deep and yet so bright
too soon gave way to morning light.
The feelings for one now gone away.
For the other forever will they stay.
May the love found under lunar light
return to life once more some night.
Very good! Do I detect some influence of William Blake? (That's a good thing.)
Meanwhile, and I'm not going to sugar coat it, the DUpe's poem (CaliforniaPeggy's) made me yawn. I see these on the subway all the time. Boring and they don't show much work having gone into them, to me; it's barely a poem, just a few words stitched together. Too many modern poets seem to think unending sadness/darkness = good. Newsflash for that lot: AE Poe could pull that kind of thing off; you guys ain't EA Poe.
I'm not writing this because she's a lib and you're not. Those are my honest impressions of both poems.