Oh Lordy need a forty
Going in the city on this sortie

Making menace  while speaking witty

We're dead inside but make merry corpses dancing in the darkness between streetlights.

The lights flicker fail and we gain new territory.
Wolves in the night we cast long shadows stretching distortions of our inner demons. They claw and scrape over concrete to rake across dismayed  faces.
The sun rises too soon a cleansing fire that burns away the umbras but not our memories. We know the time after dusk and revel in it.