36: Nocturne Blue

Winding roads under Starry windswept nights Crying owls preach their Strong yet soft cries. Lurking shadows following Anxious glancing headlights. Battering raindrops clog And fog up windshield wipes. Hissing grass whispers some Dark and foreboding sighs. City lights blink but Seem so far from mine. Now all's left to do is Continue forward under Nocturn blue skies.