There's beauty in the midnight sun
For those who walk or would rather run.
Preferring darkness when the day is done.
The third shift, gravyard workers
These pale, pasty night lurkers.
But there's others still
Who simply enjoy the night time thrill.
Those who love the adventure of night
Navigating their path by moonlight.
How can you resist such a feeling
When darkness send your mind reeling.
Seeing shapes in shadows
And hearing unknown sounds.
Is that an animal I hear?
I hope it remains unfound.
But I'm drawn to this inky black
It beckons with it's tendrils of low mist.
It's clear that I could never go back.
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[–] omegletrollz 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
Fo' realz!
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