When the day ends, the people go home

They rest and wait for tomorrow

While the sun slips out of the spotlight

The wind reshapes the clouds

All that is left

The unmistakable darkness

The bleak nothingness

A dark sheet to cover an empty sky

Hangs gracefully over the world

Because behind creeping shadows

Is unimaginable light

It lives to illuminate the Heavens

Bright, shimmering fragments

Burn through their somber stockade

Tear through the grim emptiness

Creating a legacy

Of men and monsters

Of signs and charms

A masterpiece of tales and riddles

An unnoticed wonder of the world

A sight only seen by those awake

While the rest of the world sleeps