The Knights of the Night

My first attempt at writing lyrical verses is dedicated to all those who slog out the night in pursuit of professional excellence ....

The dying sun echoed our return, Embers and Flares are on the run, From the top of the mountain and beyond the moor, It's full of shades and the moon.

Those who live, by the light, have all but fled, full of fright, Its the end of the road, for those who tread, The streets are cold and full of dread.

For now fore miles are not to wander, Amidst the dark speckled wonder, But we are the ones, who escape by day.

Out of this world, no Hi no Hey, And from it all, We drop out of sight, For we are the Knights of the night...