Pun (Shakespearean Sonnet)

The fiery beast falls, slain by the (k)night,

His flame breath extinguished in the cool air

As darkness engulfs the diminished light

And strips its presence in the clear sky bare.

The shadows now govern the peaceful land,

Under the triumphant (k)night's evil reign.

All is under the tyrant's dark command.

Everything shall be under his domain.

But hark! A large group opposes his rule:

Many small dots and a moon in the sky.

Their glow casts dominance over the fool

As light penetrates his dark kingdom high.

Just as light cannot exist without dark,

So too can't puns exist without good remark.