Frolic In The Evening

The darkness is falling
soon the pitch black of night
will be upon us

Then, the creatures of the night
will play their games and enjoy
the freedom that the penumbra gives

In light there is no liberty, no individuality
It is only in the shadow that most can thrive
Or is it survive?

We hide from that luminous which blinds us
We fear exposure to a world governed by luminescence
It is only in darkness of night that we have the chance to rule