Ah evening, thou art so beautiful. The starlight cascades upon the mountains and across the plains. The moonlight doth glow waxing and waning as night doth go through. Yet thou art a fickel mistress oh evening. Thou hast shown me beauty and compassion to only snatch it away on a whim. Nay! Though doth cause a stirring of emotion inside my chest. Just me trying to be... I don't know. Poetic I guess?