What one can hope to transpire
Immersed in the glare
Of murky tribulation

Many nights fall away
From the blade of imploration
Shaving time fervently
In hopes for company
To assuage the anguish of the cold

Many fly their colors
Fastened to desperation
In search of the same wandering eyes
Longing for the safest place to fall

Those fortunate enough
Move on with vigor
Their stride replenished
In the strange revelry of romance

Those fleeting reveries
Ring true for the favored
As loyal dreamers
Stir alone
Beneath the powerful movements
Of the proud and bountiful night