When the sun has gone down, history seeks refuge
In the benumbed arms of darkness,
The obfuscated horizon searches for hope,
Amidst the twinkling street lights, coming in and out of view.
At that moment, an aura unknown, encompasses the senses,
Rekindling a feeling of repressed nostalgia,
The blanched soul finds an uncommon companion,
Amidst the pale mementos of evanescent moonlight...