The low hum of the engine,
Brings a sense of calm,
Darkness shrouds the world around us,
Every turn holding a surprise.

Streetlights flash momentarily,
Bringing halos of light,
A misconception to what darkness holds just at the surface.

When you first wade into the dark it's cold and still and eerie,
And only after you've spent a considerable amount of time shrouded in it will the halos truly come to light.

You'll have come to appreciate the cloak of desolation,
And no longer wonder why you've stopped trying to find your way out.