In the stillness of this cold night,
a half-eaten moon hangs from the sky.
As I walk through the road
beset with long trees on both sides
and look up,
I glimpse a scantly lighted sky,
and patches of clouds are floating by.
Far away,
there is an inhuman groan
that clings to darkness like a shadow
and dreams to devour us all.
When I reach an open field though,
a flood of stars suddenly appears.
For although my face is numb from coldness,
my eyes and whatever is left of human in me
still seek light,
even on this dark, lonely night.