The Night is a mysterious creature,
Shadows sneaking about,
But it is playful as well with it's
Starry cloak billowing out.
It dances along moonlit streets
While parents sleep away,
And it parties with teenagers
Who've left behind the day.
It follows along the clubbers who
Only venture the dark,
And it bobs along side street fighters
Who battle in the park.
The Night is the acquaintance of those
Who burn the all-nighter oil,
And celebrates the rebels who
Tread the mid night soil.
The night's features are not handsome,
They are much too fine,
Nor can they be called beautiful
For all their stunning shine.
The Night smiles down on drifters
With grinning starlit eyes,
Who travel under it's darkened cover
To protect their secret lies.
The night is my home and solace
My protetion from my life,
I've know it from many years but I
Still don't know it's strife.
For the Night holds it's own secrets
More so than it hides others',
And I will never what skeletons
It hides under its covers.
So be warned, you, who walk the night,
Make sure you keep the light in sight,
Because for all the safety the night holds
It hides so many more unknown dangers.
