Splotches of red delicately cascaded upon my weary face
From the fiery light upon the slender torch
It's warmth spread across my neck, onto my cheeks, then finally resting just upon my forehead
Oh how it's warmth set me off into such an effect of tranquility
Into the distance stood a wall of Grey hazy fog settled within the vague remains of blocks now passed
Figures moved almost rhythmically through the criss crossing streets
As though they've done this dance of the streets day after day
Day after day
Week after week
Follow the dance of the streets
Day after day
Week after week
The droning dance of the streets
Oh how it wore on my nerves
Menacing
Menacing streets
The moon now unsheathed from the clouds sits blankly within the flurry of brightly colored stars
Giving off a small blue tint, which now battled the warming red upon my face
Delicately upon my face the red lay
Now being sieged upon by tints of blue
Cold now warm
Warm now cold
Move after move the colors battled for control over my weary face
Move after move it lays its violent siege
Upon the soothing warmth of the red flames
Oh how it wore on my nerves
Menacing
Menacing cold