LONELY IS THE NIGHT

The coldness of the night tickles
Perhaps a mystic glow awaits
But then it roars resounding
Subdued with ubiquitous ringing
Desperately nothing moves bewildered
Not even crickets innately leap abounded

There's a morbid cry of science
That the night seems to condense
To where it flows the melted sorrows
Still, there exists no shadow
To grasp the inviting meadow
The wind simultaneously blowing
The intense hatred and fervid loom

With the sighing sound of night and dawn
Now that thunder starts to whistle
The apparent mystery reveals
Tightly old the course despite the darkness
Though you are alone.