The city lights dimmed,
The streetlights began to flicker.
The outskirts of the city were still, the city quietly fell asleep.
The rats, silent dancers, awaited their moment within the city's slumber.
The owls, awaking from their slumber, began to hoot.
The busy streets of the city began to disperse,
The weeping of tears from those few awakened, silent, painfully so.
A distant murmur echoed, a whisper of unrest in the night.
Shadows danced along the alleyways.
Everyone, wrapped in silent rest.
Ethereal dreams touched all, some full of love, while others the abyss.
The sky, drenched in an inky abyss, softly bathed in the moon's light.
Ruling from its chambers far above.
The stars shone so sublimely.
Few stargazers rejoiced tonight,
The moon was burning.
Blood red, ablaze with evil.
The stars, they fall like tears of heaven, swiftly swirling through the sky, creating a celestial ballet of light and sound.
However, nothing could wake this city;
The ghosts are asleep.
--Salty, 5/3/2024
Theme : Others -- Night city
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