Infinitely I yearn for the nightly wandrings
Round a desolate street of my sleeping city
Bathed in the sickly glow of flickering streetlights
Kiss the hand to the moon
no magic found in a sunlit noon.
Floating through the night like a vague spectre
Beholding the life of the underground.
Rippling cloth and rustling gait:
This Cinderella flees a sinister ball.