Street Lights

There was a time when the night was bliss. I’m afraid to say that those days are gone. The Ghouls now hold dominion over the nightfall. I once cherished the harmony of nature coming from my open window at night. The sound of the wind brushing against trees consoled me from maddening days. But now, this once peaceful truce fills my heart with sorrow because I know they’re outside. The innocence of mystery is now replaced with the egregious floating heads. The Ghouls nourish themselves in the dark and flaunt in the spotlight.

The Static Moon has graced The Ghouls with abrupt manifestation; They emerge from anywhere at any time. Time and space hold no law; rationality has become outdated sorcery.

I thought the Street Lights were supposed to extinguish fear, to be our illuminated cloak to guard us against peril. We evolved to embrace the light and fear the dark, but what can we do when they unite as one?