BakaTatsu

The lonesome old park, Once bright and cheerful in the sun, Became eerie in the blanketing darkness. The sun had set hours ago Yet a huddled mass sat on a swing, Cold and shivering. Abandoned, the moon was the sole companion. She wrapped its arms around the child, As swirling demonic beasts Dancing amongst themselves on the cement And chattering trees swayed in the chilling wind. In the big sea of black night a light appeared, Bobbling like a firefly zipping in the air. The heart quickening with the sound of footsteps, Ringing loudly with each clap. Hope shined down on like a flashlight. It was time to go home.