The sky shone a copper red, as the sun tucked itself into the night
And the stars peeked out in a quiet greeting, so pale and dark, wrapped up in the glow of distant city lights
Is there not wisdom in the rustling of the autumn leaves?
In the soft breeze of the wind?
But who was there to listen and understand
As the songs and wise words were sung and spoken
They flirted with the darkness
Unheard
The Rebel's Dark Laughter 