Cold air seems to seep in through the windows

As night sets in

The world is asleep

Remaining undisturbed to the silent party that plays overhead

 

The street seems deserted

Waiting for life to take over

Just spots of white light are visible

Guiding the invisible

 

The chains are layered with dangling stones

As the leaves start to sway

The wind is cool yet violent

In its own way

 

The darkness looms above

This almost naked street

Combing the last strings of sleep