The glow rises above the horizon 
Night creatures scurry to get their business done 
While watching the movement of twisted bisons 
Lamenting how I hate the animals of the sun 

Grey dead plains stir with creatures 
They have such dopey sickening features 
Have to study because of my teachers 
This price I pay to get enlighten 

Sicking light starts burning my skin 
My spirits drop low as I take notes 
Finish up my chore and walk to the inn 
Pay the ugly hag and regain hope 

Lay my head on the ancient pillow 
Fall asleep dreamless and seamless 
Wake up and eat some dried armadillo 
Leaving the inn and find night's convenience 

Market is busy and the children run around 
Farmers come with their meager produce 
Feeling glad how busy the people in the town 
Walking to the chapel's teachers hoping to avoid abuse 

Eyeless monks feel though my papers 
No abuse at their hands comes tonight 
Thank their good mood due to the maker 
Leave their company in great flight 

My time is now my own without strife 
Go search for a woman my height 
So I can dance the rhythm of life 
Spending a fun time in the night