Who have ever seen me speak at midnight?
Who have seen a human transform at moonlight?
I ask because I have seen me become someone else.
At midnight I'm no longer me.
My ink flows from the waves of the night;
Cold and soothing, dark and luring!

There's something unfathomable about the nights!
Is it the crickets that chirp away endlessly?
Could it be the stillness?
It's as though my thoughts suddenly find peace.
Like I'm at the top of a hill, hugging the winds...