[kuyo]: 386.shrouded night

O night, why must you hide your face with the creme of clouds? Are you ashamed of the stars on your face as if they were the blemishes of adolescence. The light gives you balance, and is that not what drew you to your romance at six. Yes, I know full well of your ebb and flow with the day; it is at this point where you turn control over to living who bring clanging pots, keening voices and the unsung troubles of day. I prefer the dark, where despite the hype past daybreak, serenity can be found. The sounds of a human city leave only echos and locked, and humanity grasps a candle as a pitiful substitute for the sun they revel till they succumb to the will of night and their apprehension drifts out of sight. Eventually, everyone sleeps under the eternal sheet.