Since I was a teenager I have always enjoyed walking at night, for it gives me a form of empowerment that is absent during the light of day. This night I embrace, for this night is still and its pulse is faint, so I wrap myself within its darkness as if it were a security blanket. The night has always been a way of escaping the ungodliness that exist in the light of day, for that is where pain, greed, hate, inequality, and prejudice roam. For years I have watched the light of day wake up slowly at dawn, yawning with an awful stench that hovers over the city like smog. Everyone is in a rush, cars honking their horns and cutting you off to get ahead, creditors chasing you down as if it were a hunt, the day is as unforgiving as it is long, the day it is not well, for it has a sickness that can only be cured by the shadows within this night. As this night slowly approaches my wife and I will soon be set free to wander the dark streets in obscurity, for in the light of the day we are apart, enslaved by the waking of man. My wife and I have longed for this nights awakening so we shall not sleep, for the darkness that will soon be of this night will be short lived. From Dusk Until Dawn, where the blind of the day come to see, we are the slaves of the day that will soon be set free to wander the dark streets in obscurity, for it is our playground for clarity. The darkness of the night, our trusting mistress, she never kisses and tells, our secrets are safe with her. As we approach the dead of night my heart races, for our hidden threesome is nearing its end. With the death of this night comes the birth of a new day, where nightmares are born, orphaned, roaming the streets is search of a living host. As the light of this day slowly rises we shall not fear the day that comes, for my Lord and Savior says:
“Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you.”
From Dusk Until Dawn…..