Insidious Hues

Between dusk and dawn lie vampiric hues, they grow and become sticky on the skin; Leaving a melancholic midnight bruise, the day ends so another can begin; Wandering beneath artificial light, brighter than the lit skyline they sparkle; Their insidious backdrop of the night joins the city’s underlying circle; Finessing the darkest urban vision, fireproof they fade in the softest shadows; Moving with so much stealth and precision, fangs will be minding the stoop after close; A spectrum of color in those dark lies makes it so easy to fall for their eyes.