10pm and on. Shelving the dices, emptying that glass. Exit, stage left. A quiet night a quiet village and roofs dripping wet with cold moonlight. Eyeing first dreams that lurk in twilight fields and hide behind tall trees. The possibility of sleep.
10pm and on. Shelving the dices, emptying that glass. Exit, stage left. A quiet night a quiet village and roofs dripping wet with cold moonlight. Eyeing first dreams that lurk in twilight fields and hide behind tall trees. The possibility of sleep.