Humans like the night

It's the place they're not supposed to be

Their eyes are destined for the sun

But they seek out the night

They revel in it

They light it themselves with embers and wires

They breathe it in and dance in it

They stay up until the light kills it

It's like breaking a rule

It's like seeking out danger

Because in the old times

The wolves and rouges came out

In the night

And still they do

The night hides the person

The night lights the soul

Such a shame to waste it

In fake-daylight with drooping lids

The End

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