Nox Noctis Bellicus

Solitary man
As the beat came on
Then there were 2
As the beat grew strong
3 and then 4
They became a throng
The Militia gathered
For Midnight’s song

Then he had to breathe
To escape the crowd
His mind drifted off
Carried by the sound
Of Angels courting Demons
Who just want these things
The beat and the rhythm
And the bounce that they bring
These things

Not for fame
Not for money
But the sugar and the honey

They sing

© 2011, Mosquitobyte