Lonely Night

Lonely Night

It's three in the morning
and the night's dead silent.

The world's people sleeping
and the streets' dogs violent.

Chik chika chik chik, ding!
Click clickety clack clack, bang!

Drunk on the darkness, the words keep flowing
High and vigilant, I live in the moment

I wait for the devil, hopefully searching
search for the poet, a viable opponent.

It's a cold night, and the wind keeps blowing
It's a dark word, and its out of its element.