A grey-purple night,

From the city centre to home,

A long stretch,

Both in distance,

And of imagination,

As closing-in buildings,

Crept out from grey rooted shadows, 

The glare of headlamps,

Juxtaposed they gathered,

Congregating with myriad intents,

The space between them; a snare,

Ensnared and entranced,

As nearer and nearer they came,

Tighter and tighter became the bonds,

Only to give way,

To the wager-laden route home,

Beyond which, however,

Such risks would be regarded,

Only with lukewarm apathy.