Treacherous night

Butterflies disappear into the night

an ancient creature is filled with spite

the trees moan with sorrow

the winds carry no hope for tomorrow

a little girl runs from the pain

while an old man grows even more insane

this treacherous night

seems to never end

we all have our own beliefs to defend

when it comes down to the question

of who must suffer

it's never you, it's always another

the moths flutter about

looking for any sort of light

while we sit here moronically

not understanding the power of sight