Night People |
Darkness reigns over day, the glare smoothes into a single ray, the stars are countless in the sky, the stillness whispers like a lie. The birds are nestled ready to sleep, just as the willows began to weep, it's time for the night people to come alive, and for excitement is what they strive. The night people have plans in their head, and only the morning rays they dread, under the moonlit sky they lay, with so many different games to play. They while away the countless hours, dreaming dreams of endless powers, no worries about what will be, they are night people and darkness is free. -NightCry- D.Williams 9/26/78 |
