In the darkness of the night,

And the strageness of the tide,

In the noise of the echoeing sirens,

In the disguise of the tidiness.

What do you see?

I see a battle strivivng on,

With death raging on.

I see a plethora of emotions

Waving on,

Asking the man,

To persevre on.

How absurd of me?

I see an unending sea of darkness,

A gloominess, where even the light is harnessed.

No, no, no, it is the only place,

Where I seek solace.

Why? I ask.

It is the only place without mask.

Where originality steps in,

Where a spectrum of emotions is spread around.

Life and death are the tragedies,

One is accustomed to.

But, this is the place,

Where hope is blazed.