The world sleeps as night time comes, the unsavory and just alike watching over them.
The sun is blinding bright in its time, all can be seen and unseen where it chooses to focus its light.
And though the worst might happen before the eyes of well lit day, it is night which holds the sinister side, a reputation tarnished and feared.
As the moon wanes and grows black in the sky, it too seems to try to save face at times.
Faithful are those who tend their flames, away from the world of others.
Peaceful do they sleep amid the chimes of insects and wind through day and night alike.