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"Nightfall"

As the sun vanishes,
The brightness of a moon,
A moon at which wolves howl,
Dawns upon this earth,
A moon,
Accentuated only,
By the clouds,
Clouds of white and gray,
And a sky,
Of black and blue.
This is nightfall,
Nightfall in spring.

It is nightfall,
So beautiful,
So tranquil,
A nightfall,
So calming,
And so quiet.

"Outcasts of the Night"

With dusk,
As their background,
Neon lights surface,
And so does a fear,
The fear,
Of night.

But still,
With the coming of dusk,
Every night,
The outcasts,
Also come.

The outcasts,
Are a lonely group,
And a depressing group,
In this society,
And they come out,
Only in the dead,
The dead of the night.

They expose themselves,
Only at night,
Because they,
Like vampires,
Are afraid,
Afraid of the sun,
And they love,
Love the darkness of night.