The nights, they are mine
When the world settles to sleep
And the darkness dons its cloak
Quieting the distant daily din
Silent, steady, secret solice
No bureaucracy is calling
Glare of streaming screens
Posts tumbling into troubles
The whims of faceless men
Intentions veiled presentation
A clamour of vagrant voices
Banter boisterous and bold
Preaching prevarications
Of lives never truly lived
Drinks and drugs draining
The night's neon-dotted blanket
Contrasted in the glint of stars
In the glow of civilized light
It illuminates actions taken
While so many others slumber
Quiet, calm, time kept alone
Searching the shadowed silence
Stealth and steady in a world
Where most men fear to tread
Bartered ease to be ever safe
Warriors walk in the night
A thirst for silence and serenity
Chaos and clamour decreasing
Looking for tranquility so elusive
Morning's memories fleeting
My deliverance slumbers again...