It’s not your night,

And I’m not your type,

But there’s strange music in the air.

Strange forces, strange darkness,

Keep a social distance,

If you can.

It’s too early.

The song has just begun.

Robert Plant’s voice croons,

Begs, groans to move you

Closer to the edge.

Falling asleep, falling in love,

Falling down into the starry river,

Too deep for anything but otters at play.

It’s too late to save the day.

Save yourself, 

If you can.

-jenn