Nocturnal Traveller
The drear dweller has made no discriminative motions
His temperament is much less now than what appears
Passive like a wave in miles and miles of oceans
Thick with a discrepancy of choices fully pierced
A day is like a reminder of a shadow nearing end
When all is seen in clear view but it lingers near
Yet the discolored secrecy of the night to suspend
Until he walks freely to the normal that he adheres
Some would say his ways are indecent and wasteful
When he spends the midnight living and not resting
But a man who walks in the night is not distasteful
As much as those who continue with idea wrestling
Finally they notice that he recovers hope tonight
When his disloyal attacks have become a lost memory
He is but a calm man who seeks not revenge in delight
As if what he does at night reflects typical demonry
An outsider awake before the sun rise is at brink
When the casual drunk will be stumbling to his house
But what he does tonight is enough to make men rethink
That if they knew his nature, they'd know his prowess
Tonight he puts down his cloak and leaves it in the pew
With a baby wrapped inside it squealing with discomfort
And he falls face forward to the floor wet in dark hue
As the blood runs from his wounds and drips from his shirt
Tonight falls the memories of thievery and belligerence
They no longer apply to the impending fate believed
When sucked from his life was his work and intelligence
Only now his welcome and trust was finally received
He fought through throngs of men to get to this child
A tiny note of what could have been a single angel
A city was ransacked and families slaughtered in the rile
As small hopes of life afterwards were then strangled
His eyesight became blurred as his wounds were tended
The child's screams suddenly became more and more quiet
For some reason he felt no peace before his life ended
Noticing the scent of smoke and the roar of another riot
The drear dweller has made no discriminative motions
His temperament is much less now than what appears
Passive like a wave in miles and miles of oceans
Thick with a discrepancy of choices fully pierced
A day is like a reminder of a shadow nearing end
When all is seen in clear view but it lingers near
Yet the discolored secrecy of the night to suspend
Until he walks freely to the normal that he adheres
Some would say his ways are indecent and wasteful
When he spends the midnight living and not resting
But a man who walks in the night is not distasteful
As much as those who continue with idea wrestling
Finally they notice that he recovers hope tonight
When his disloyal attacks have become a lost memory
He is but a calm man who seeks not revenge in delight
As if what he does at night reflects typical demonry
An outsider awake before the sun rise is at brink
When the casual drunk will be stumbling to his house
But what he does tonight is enough to make men rethink
That if they knew his nature, they'd know his prowess
Tonight he puts down his cloak and leaves it in the pew
With a baby wrapped inside it squealing with discomfort
And he falls face forward to the floor wet in dark hue
As the blood runs from his wounds and drips from his shirt
Tonight falls the memories of thievery and belligerence
They no longer apply to the impending fate believed
When sucked from his life was his work and intelligence
Only now his welcome and trust was finally received
He fought through throngs of men to get to this child
A tiny note of what could have been a single angel
A city was ransacked and families slaughtered in the rile
As small hopes of life afterwards were then strangled
His eyesight became blurred as his wounds were tended
The child's screams suddenly became more and more quiet
For some reason he felt no peace before his life ended
Noticing the scent of smoke and the roar of another riot
