The GRAY

Everything dies,
So does the day,
Then comes the night,
With all its gray.


The night of endless wanderings,
of owls, insomniacs and shrieks,
Of Zombies and Vampires,
And dreams and despair.


When desperate souls,
wail in solitude,
And the creatures of night,
Search for their mates.


The dogs bark and snarl,
The wolves howl,
And the monsters take a stroll,
In the midnight, to prowl.


The stoned eyes await,
the fall of Dawn,
the first ray of light,
That leaves them astound.