Bathed in the soft glow of street lamps and star lights, spared the lull of the blazing fury that wages the assault called day, leaves laugh, dancing with the wind, a carefree waltz, and that insufferable weariness fades far away. The world is left a deserted lamplight realm, an empty kingdom, an abandoned nation, and heaven has risen from the depths of night. Through their nether-lit kingdom they stroll, holding hands.
Stained in the sickly ooze of electric lights and stellar pollution, denied the lull of the cruel fire that frightens shadows away, leaves dash, filth caught in a dry wind, an angry assault, and that insufferable weariness surges forth with unholy strength. The world is left a deserted shadow realm, an empty kingdom, an abandoned nation, and hell has risen from the bowels of night. Through his murky fearful kingdom he scuttles, alone.
- Mike Wood