It is a perfect night for death,
dark and silent save the rustling
of leaves in the mellow wind,
the moon, a waxing gibbous that
rose too soon, has set already.
The city too is dead asleep,
save a handful of sleepless souls,
either dead or carnivores
one way or another like me,
so death can prowl with liberty.
The darkness tonight is so absolute,
engulfing the visible world in a shroud
and the silence, so divine that the world and life
become unworthy of ever being missed or pined!