Since I was a child I have always walked at night, for it gives me a confidence that seems to elude me during the waking hours. This night I embrace, for this night is still and its pulse is faint. I cover myself within its darkness as if it were a security blanket, for this is where my peace, my inner thoughts, and my tranquility reside. The night has always been a way of escaping the ungodliness that exist in the light of day, for that is where greed, hate, pain, suffering, and prejudice roam. I have watched the light that is of the 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 was a hunt, and all the people slowly but steadily awakening into a cluster of madness. The day is as unforgiving as it is long, for it is not well, it has a sickness that can only be cured by the darkness that is of the 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 that is 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 is 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 who will soon be set free, set free to wander in the darkness that is of the night 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 that we share 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 in search of a living host. As the light that is of this day slowly rises we shall not fear the day that comes, for the night is our constant companion, our mistress that shadows us during the light of day, for she is always one step behind us.

DAME

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