(A Public Service anouncment)
Ahem...
We, the creatures of the night,
are the rattlers of chains;
The seekers of magic;
the bearers of the flame.
Howling shadows
beckon and shimmer
with laughter in refrain;
and the screeching darkness
holds terror and wonder
waiting to be claimed;
In back alley juke joints,
shitholes, and diners,
down sidestreets and highways,
we search for the thing
that sparks and ignites us,
that dances and delights us,
that reminds us that living
is more than just work
interrupted by sleep;
there's excitement,
adventure,
pleasure,
and pain.
The sun burns too bright
to see the light which we contain;
yet, in the dark,
but a spark
is as bright as any flame.
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC
(A Public Service anouncment)
Ahem...
We, the creatures of the night,
are the rattlers of chains;
The seekers of magic;
the bearers of the flame.
Howling shadows
beckon and shimmer
with laughter in refrain;
and the screeching darkness
holds terror and wonder
waiting to be claimed;
In back alley juke joints,
shitholes, and diners,
down sidestreets and highways,
we search for the thing
that sparks and ignites us,
that dances and delights us,
that reminds us that living
is more than just work
interrupted by sleep;
there's excitement,
adventure,
pleasure,
and pain.
The sun burns too bright
to see the light which we contain;
yet, in the dark,
but a spark
is as bright as any flame.
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