Warriors of the Night
Sun has gone down,
Dark shadows move across the sky,
The bugle calls.
Dark shadows move across the sky,
The bugle calls.
Warriors of the night
Out in droves,
Alone in their foxholes,
Manning their battle stations,
Fingers flying across their weapons.
It’s not a fight to the death,
Nor to kill and conquer, but
To create,
To reach out,
To win hearts.
Nor to kill and conquer, but
To create,
To reach out,
To win hearts.
No boundaries,
Across continents,
Over land and water
They fly.
Differences excite exploration,
Diversity unites.
Fingers tapping their keyboards,
Or gliding blithely across the screen,
Warriors of the night
Fighting their heroic battles.
Or gliding blithely across the screen,
Warriors of the night
Fighting their heroic battles.
Reaching out to unknown friends,
Bringing the world closer
One word at a time.
And as the shadows of night slowly recede,
Bugle plays Reveille,
Warriors of the night arise,
Battle weary but content
For a night’s job well done.
Bugle plays Reveille,
Warriors of the night arise,
Battle weary but content
For a night’s job well done.
Fleeting Muse 