When you think of night, you think of peace.
Of stars in the sky, and a cold winter breeze.
A place to wish softly, “Goodnight, and sweet dreams”
Yes, that’s what you think of the night.
When I think of night, I think of death.
A stone cold Adieu through a last living breath.
As for the details, I won’t go in depth—
Yet that’s what I think of the night.
[sorry mate, the prompt was to make it sin...
