Darkness routs the last stubborn ray of light A black, blank canvas world prepared for brush, Palette supplied by my fancy in flight Thoughts seeking form to my sleepy head rush. Constrained by none of

The final rays of light are gone, the sun's last ember has burned Vague forms and shadowy shapes are all that's left to be discerned Nightsounds come, ears are the tools for observation in this hour Might

I don't have a hero, I mean why waste the time? Telling every person "Yeah bro, your actions inspire mine." Heros don't wear masks, Capes Or uniforms. Why not look a little deeper, Or what's