Darkness.

Jet black night,

cool breeze,

waiting in the darkness.

A shadow flickers,

the moon is our nightlight,

carry me home,

through this pitch darkness.

Black crows,

ca-caw in the cornfields,

silently flying.

The streetlights cast a glow,

on the driveway,

taking me home.

When we're together,

the pitch-black darkness,

doesn't seem to matter.