My dog scratches upon the wooden door
I rush and let her go outside, she finishes her business
I hesitate, for in the corner of my eye
spirits in the solemn void, mock me with their greatness
Some gaze back upon the idle, vibrant sphere
the cause of our demise, without any animus
Others circumvent us, unaware of our existence
unconcerned with our dilemmas, indifferent to our presence
Behold, the night
the great adversary of the day
for day must fight, and then he rests
enter night, he has come to stay
